I know a guy lives down by the beach
Nothing more than a f*ckboy leech
Sitting on the corner begging for change
He's the reason why we say people are strange
Never worked a job a day in his life
Tries to rob tourists with a pocket knife
Gets as many dollars as he possibly can
Right away takes it all to the dope man
Billy the junkie
Likes (Shooting dope and speed)
He told me once that trailer trash is all he really needs
Living out of dumpsters
Be (Dead by 23)
Do anything to get his fix
Track marks is all he'll ever be
Living life through a needle and spoon
His safe haven is a motel room
Dirty motherf*cker doesn't shower at all
You can find him in a bathroom stall
He's running on his fifth day with no sleep
Skin and bones, got nothing to eat
Dad's a cop, mom gave up
Sits and wonders why his life's so tough
Hangin out with hookers and bums
Friends only want him when the crystal comes
He wants a way out but don't see one in sight
Try to help, he'll kick and fight
Billy the junkie
Likes (Shooting dope and speed)
He told me once that trailer trash is all he really needs
Living out of dumpsters
Be (Dead by 23)
Do anything to get his fix
Track marks is all he'll ever be
(He's lost all his humanity)
Go fast go fast
Now and then he'll try to go get clean
But getting sober for him's too mean
Going fast as his tweaker heartbeat
One day we'll find him dead in the street