You buy some for your sister and you take yours off the top

Run into the bathroom, fixing up a shot

Tie it up, shoot it up, bang your head and throw it up

Too much junkie business

Too much junkie business

Too much junkie business

I don't wanna fuck around with you

Your life becomes as sickening as that mess you call your face

The pig you call your girlfriend is dead from shooting mace

Climbing up the walls, you're shooting all my balls

Wrap it up, call it art, now your record makes the chart

Too much junkie business

Too much junkie business

Too much junkie business

I don't wanna fuck around with you

Too much junk, too much junk

Too much junk, too much junk

Too much junk, too much junk

I don't wanna see her hanging out with you

Well you're the coolest thing in town, with your face right on the ground

Friends went through your pockets as the coffin went down

You overdosed at last, spike stuck in your head

Now you're dead… dead!

dead!

dead!

Too much junkie business

Too much junkie business

Too much junkie business

I don't wanna fuck around with you

Too much junk, too much junk

Too much junk, in your head