He's the kind of man who sticks his job for the money that he gets He don't spend his money at the pub or making bets Goes down town, goes in the bar and makes his contact there He gets the gear, he takes a shot, and his eyes begin to stare
(chorus) 'Cos he's a junkie, needle-man Needs the kicks, don't give a damn Yeah a junkie, needle-man Needs the kicks, don't give a damn
He's getting weaker everyday but he has to keep his job He'll get no more money on the day he has to stop One day at work he feels so bad that he falls down on the floor The boss he assures he don't abuse but he throws him out the door
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They find him dying on the floor, yeah he's lying on his back He's covered in newspapers and a dirty ripped-up sack The dawn it breaks, the rain it falls, but the young man doesn't live He gave his life to pills and syringes, and had nothing left to give