Punks on Junk, so in love, with each other while they hate the world
Quite content,on Vicodan, an 8 by 10 with a kitchenette
They had their muses, they had their scene
They couldn't give a fuck about anything
She said "hey baby can we get some more
To the corner for one more score
For Punks on Junk, so much fun, show their lovin' through their violence
Quite content, H again, a 3 by 5 and a sofa bed
They had their muses, they had their scene
What more could you ask from a couple of dope fiends
out on the street again looking to score
Everything else just seems a bore
They got nothing but love for each other
They couldn't ask for more from one another
She said "ain't nobody ever take us under"
We're doing that all by ourselves
Punks on Junk,never last, very long, then they become the past
Quite content with their fate, they always learn too little, too late