SWANKTRENDZ

Georgie was a junkie,

And he slept out in the street.

Smelling of hairy monkeys,

In sweaty jungle heat.

His clothes were stained and torn,

He rarely found a vein.

He picked at bloody sores,

And he had tracks like a train.

He hid away during day,

And stole through the night,

Cuz his eyes cursed the sunshine,

And his skin burned from light.

Georgie had 9 lives,

But he sold 8 for smack.

And though it got him high,

He couldn't buy them back.

He said he didn't miss them,

But that was just a lie,

Cuz that which didn't kill him,

Only made him wanna die.