Destroyed Songtext / Lyric

Destroyed



He's got plenty of drugs

But he can't find his guitar

Winds up drowning in puke

With a needle in his arm



This is plea for drugs

This is a plea for booze

This is a plea for junk

Anything that I can use



I'll shoot junk in my eye

I can't die

Whoops, I'm already dead

Maggots are writhing inside of my head



This is plea for drugs

This is a plea for booze

Desperate for anything

Anything that I can use






A plea for drugs from me to you

There is nothing you can do

I'm gonna die



See me falling, see me sprawling

See me going through your purse

See me crying, see me dying

See me roll off in a hearse, hey



This is a plea for drugs

This is an appeal from me to you

There is nothing you can do

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die



I'm pathetic, yet magnetic

That is until the drugs are gone

Then I am a total dick

Until I get a good buzz on



Don't want to fucking shoot myself

That would make a mess

I really should O.D. on junk

I think that would be best



This is plea for drugs

This is a plea for booze

This is a plea anything

Anything that I can use



A plea for drugs

An appeal from me to you

There is nothing you can do

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die