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The truth is
The kid's medicine made him sin
Whether it's from a doctor or a dealer
Screaming about Juanita
We put his record on
Until he's bleeding on the needle
And he's weeping on the street
Cut down on his curtain call
That's where he's gonna sleep
To gain what these hands he once possessed
A dozen rose on the pavement laid to rest
Oh my dear sister Christie
Will I feel some remorse
She says no
Pull the trigger
Cause he's left
Just no recourse
His brain has a sickness
So kill it at the source