A man walked out of McDonalds-
smoking a cigarette.
I stumbled on a curbe.
He showed his distaste;
called me a junkie-
and unamerican.
He had ashes on his forehead,
and a hamburger in his hand.
Well, we're both dying,
I just chose heroin.
He's going to heaven.
I'm already there.
smoking a cigarette.
I stumbled on a curbe.
He showed his distaste;
called me a junkie-
and unamerican.
He had ashes on his forehead,
and a hamburger in his hand.
Well, we're both dying,
I just chose heroin.
He's going to heaven.
I'm already there.