Meth Head

Ian Noe

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    I saw him down in a dump
    Hurlin' armloads of junk
    Into a pickup bound for the yard
    He was skittish and strange
    Like a wild dog with mange
    And there was was blood where his veins ran hard
    Wadin' deep through the grime
    He found a long copper line
    And he jumped up and leaped to the ground
    And you'd thought he'd struck gold
    The way he kicked and he rolled
    And like a bandit he tore outta town

    Oh, now
    He's out on the prowl
    You'd better get up and go back inside
    'Cause he's loose on the land
    Gettin' all that he can
    And there won't be nowhere to hide
    Yeah, he's crawling his way
    To that fix for the day
    You won't stop him, he's bent to be fed
    He's the low heathen kind
    With a shit-mingled mind
    The desperate fuckin' meth head

    There was a girl, tall and thin
    With scabbed yellow skin
    Outside a rest stop I won't soon forget
    She was digging at a rash
    Trying to deal for some cash
    Saying, "Baby, I'm clean and I'm wet"
    I just kept pacing by
    Swattin' through the flies
    And her stench, rancid and stout
    While she stood there cryin' "Please!"
    With her fist between her knees
    And the sores drainin' 'round her mouth

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    Oh, now
    She's out on the prowl
    You'd better get up and go back inside
    'Cause she's loose on the land
    Gettin' all that she can
    And there won't be nowhere to hide
    Yeah, she'll bum and she'll beg
    And she'll gnaw at your leg
    You can't kill her, she's already dead
    She's the empty-eyed soul
    The zombie-like fool
    The fiendin' fuckin' meth head

    It'll be dark pretty soon
    They love to lurk by the moon
    So I'm out back shovelin' the dirt
    I'm gonna dig me a hole
    As deep as I can go
    And when they fall I'm gonna cover 'em up

    Oh, now
    They're out on the prowl
    You'd better get up and go back inside
    'Cause they're sweeping the land
    Gettin' all that they can
    And there won't be nowhere to hide
    They've got the taste on their tongues
    Their fates have been hung
    It's a fever that's already spread
    From out far and wide
    They're the fit-to-be-tied
    The worthless fuckin' meth heads

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