Several little junkies, tweaking in a drug house
One was too ambitious and shot a lethal dose
His friends left him unconscious, hurried with their stash
Quickly numbed so cops would find no evidence of dope
Only when every spoon was cooked did they call for any aid
Kept him awake as best they could, sleep meaning death
The unspoken creed to save yourself from trouble first
Addicts and fiends from all over envied his potent product
Several junkies, all waiting to die