This is the story of an unhappy man

He wiggles his tail at anything moving

He snorts, injects, drinks and smokes

And cuddles the bitter sex all night

His life's devoid of any meaning

His only treasure is his fantasies

But they just came to a crashing halt

There's no need for metaphors

Lucy is long dead and buried

I am nobody, just another addict

Just another sad angry lonely soul

Whose life has no real meaning

Other than falling into oblivion

This is the story of the corner junkie

That spends all his money on crystal

Up his lungs, up his veins, up the ass

Nothing will ever be degrading enough

When he's got his dick up some cunt

Three will never be company enough

Cause he's needy and he wants more

There's no need for metaphors

Lucy is long dead and buried

I am nobody, just another addict

Just another sad angry lonely soul

Whose life has no real meaning

Other than falling into oblivion

This is the story of the soon-to-be dead

As much as he wants it, he cannot stop

He is dying inside, decaying outside

He works, he wants, he loves, he cries

He long forgot his god-given name

But how can you reach that helping hand

When you keep tripping in the gutter

There's no need for metaphors

Lucy is long dead and buried

I am nobody, just another addict

Just another sad angry lonely soul

Whose life has no real meaning

Other than falling into oblivion

He won't call it rock bottom

He won't call it addiction

But tomorrow he won't wake up

There's no need for metaphors

Lucy is long dead and buried

I am nobody, just another addict

Just another sad angry lonely soul

Whose life has no real meaning

Other than falling into oblivion