I've seen them do it in the afternoon at two
They love to laugh despite their own life's doom
It's a waste of money and it's a waste of time
They'll cover their fragile soul with a gleeful smile
"So come on, Lil' boy", they called me
"Try it, it might change your life. It's what keeps us sane when we're losing our mind"
Three years later, they're not there anymore
They told me some left and some are gone
I still call them my friends despite the needle and the spoon
Midnight arises and nostalgia brought me back again
To that abandoned house where Maggie and I used to kiss
I've heard them screaming and I heard them cry
A pistol shot can be heard
Next thing I knew, somebody's hurt
"So come on, Lil' boy", the chief called me
"This is the beginning of your life
You'll fight for your sanity when you're losing your mind"
Three years from now, you'll reap what you sow
You'll remember the good times and then they'll be gone
I'll allow you to call them your friends despite the needle and the spoon
Here's to the people not forgotten
And to whatever the hell they're doing with their lives
Funny how a little thing can make you lose who you are
I've seen things a boy shouldn't have seen
I've experienced pain and agony
The needle took away my dear dear friends too soon
The needle and the spoon
The needle and the spoon
The needle and the spoon