"Poison Pen" as written by Daniel Gaston Ash, Kevin Haskins, David Jay and Peter John Murphy....
Sprawled face down on this Swiss stained iron bed
In a dismal cheap hotel
With my one arm injured and the sweat-stained billowous murk
From my last cold-turkey attack

I tremble and shiver at the sound outside my door
Instrument of release by my side
The spike, the hose, the blackened spoon
The can or sterno red

I wait
And I wait
Spread-eagled
Half dead

[Repeat: x8]
Waiting for my man

I wait for my fit, the footsteps fall
For the black man's staccato knock knocking
I wait he doesn't show
I wait he doesn't show
I wait he doesn't show

Get this monkey off my back [Repeat: x4]
Off my back [Repeat: x3]


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