Tracks - The Black Halos

You had tragic 8-ball eyes

But you laughed at your demise

like it was a joke

All goosed up, suburban trash

Your arms are tied, you’re failing fast

You couldn’t let go

Let’s go get some Chinese Rocks

Chatterbox you squawk a lot

You’d better get off the phone

It’s a Sad Vacation without you

You hurt me baby but I love you

All by myself, I’m so alone

Too much way too soon

the Junkie Business you do

You made damn sure you were Born to Lose

Tracks are all you left for me

After you O.D.'d

I can’t put my arms around your memory

After you oh… after you O.D.'d

like a Subway Train with a One Track Mind

Goin' Steady Downtown Pipeline

You’d better Go Back To Go

In Cold Blood, Dead Or Alive

JeyBoy you don’t seem so high

Ask Me No Questions, I’ll tell you no lies

Let’s go get some Chinese Rocks

Yeah Chatterbox you talked that talk

But there ain’t nobody home

It’s a Sad Vacation, yeah it’s true

You Hurt Me Johnny but I Love You

But you just screamed 'Leave Me Alone'

Too Much way Too Soon

All the Voodoo You Do

You made damned sure you were Born To Lose

You O.D.'d

Yeah you O.D.'d

Down in New Orleans

You fucking died junkie!