Junkies in Love

When they first met
they were skipping class and smoking cigarettes.
(Cigarettes! Oooh)
They joked a lot,
he sold some pot,
before they shot up dope or even smoked a rock.
(Smoked a rock! Oooh)
Now she walks a bit behind him,
itchin, twitchin', whinin', cryin'.
(Crackheads in love! Crackheads in love!)
They were junkies in love.
Just some crackheads in love.
They were druggies in love.
Just some crackheads in love.
Started selling other things
from coke to meth and then mother's rings.
His brother's always covering,
he says that they're recovering.
Outside the bar again,
breaking into cars again.
You don't know how hard it's been
arguing with garbage cans.
Everywhere she tags along
her bag of bones just drags along
until they're just barely hanging on.
Now he walks a bit ahead
while she asks for change and cigarettes.
(Crackheads in love! Crackheads in love!)
They were junkies in love.
Just some crackheads in love.
They were druggies in love.
Just some crackheads in love.
She was gonna be an actor.
He was gonna be a rapper.
Happily ever after.
He was gonna be a rockstar.
She wanted to sing opera.
Shouting their proposal
from the back of a cop car.
But who am I to judge?
I've tried all kinds of stuff.
These sunken, tired eyes
have cried enough.
But who am I to judge?
I've tried all kinds of stuff.
These sunken, tired eyes
have cried enough.
You sure we're pretty now?
You're clothes they are all dirty.
Someone should have got involved
but no one did no not at all.
You sure we're pretty now?
You're clothes they are all dirty.
Someone should have got involved
but no one did no not at all.