So you wanna look like Johnny
So you wanna act like Keef
And you crave some soft cocoon, boy
For your Charlie Parker grief
And you court the adoration
Of the ones with no esteem
And a hollow point delivery
Dope fiend self-inflicted, dream

It's a, junkie romance kid
Alive on Avenue D
Junkie romance kid
Nothing comes for free

As she shoots up through her stockings
You see her thighs as pale as death
And you can't feel her freezing
But there's frost upon her breath
An old time Rx croaker
The doctor? Yeah, he's in
Another drugstore substitution
For what the priests call, sin

It's a, junkie romance kid
Alive on Avenue D
Junkie romance kid
You're dead on MTV
Junkie romance kid
Singing waiting for the man
Junkie romance kid
Yeah, always dressed in black
Junkie romance kid
You're dead on MTV
Junkie romance kid
Nothing, comes for free

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