Pray To The Junkiemaker Lyrics by Fishbone

Pray To The Junkiemaker Lyrics

    Pray to the junkiemaker through all types of weather
    You will be a slave to the junkiemaker forever
    Fiend 4 the means while it taxes your mind...
    You're on the road to the "tombstone commode"

    Fiend like a hype as you suck the glass pipe
    Your soul is cast into a hellish hole
    And as you're on your knees tryin to feed your disease
    The monkey's on your back got you "beggin' please"

    Pray to the junkiemaker
    Take a hit wit yer lips
    Pray to the junkiemaker...whoa !

    You're jaded the light you no longer see
    Burned out, broke down in your misery
    Drop to less, you'll soon confess and "assume the position"
    "constipated asphyxiated concludes in purgatory as stated !"

    Pray to the junkiemaker
    Pray to the junkiemaker
    It's the death ticket, "can i get a witness !"
    Pray to the junkiemaker
    "take a hit, wit yer lips !"
    Pray to the junkiemaker
    "oooooooooh, whoah !"
    Pray to the junkiemaker
    "take a hit, sit and piss !"
    Pray to the junkiemaker
    Whoah !

    I ain't talkin' 'bout a physical addiction but a mental spell
    It's a moral to this story so listen well
    I relate the life i live in full of shit and sometimes hell

    And you will c that the pipe is your reality

    Pray to the junkiemaker !
    Mental shitty, ho !
    Mental shitty in the city yeh !
    Pray to the junkiemaker !

    And you will find you'll be a junkie with a zombie mind
    Suck the pipe, take your life and you will die
    All because you wanted to get high !!!!!!

    Yeh !
    In a cold sweat you will
    In a deep need you will
    In the rock house you will
    With a dick in your mouth you will
    In a mental rage you will
    When your body craves you will
    Demonic let's make a deal
    In the hospital you will
    P.m.r.c. you must be
    In the business office you will
    In the limousine you will
    In the white house in a !
    In the school house you will
    In the church house you will yes !
    In the police station they do
    Shippin' to the ghetto you devils
    As long as you're married you will
    Rocked up in the kitchen you're trippin'
    Sellin' your child for the rock pile
    In a straight jacket in a !!!
    Forced for a divorce of course
    In the jail house you will
    Way black in the plantation
    Trippin' in the bum bus station
    Mental m-m-masturbation
    50 skylab station
    And the astronauts got to cop
    Killin' off the brothers and sistahs
    Twitchin' down six feet under
    Crack gettin' under my dunder
    Mr. lucifer him chuckle
    Mankind under his buckle

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