Many times I've seen it happen I never dreamed I'd live to see
The time htat I would pray to die so my soul would set me free
You see I have the habit to the needle I'm a slave
From the bottle to the needle from the needle to the grave

Just a crazy youngster I was looking for my fun
That night I met the pusher is when the misery begun
When he offered me the needle and the stuff that I now crave
From the bottle to the needle from the needle to the grave

Time passes so slowly as it passes I get worse
And as time goes by again I'll try my best to chase the curse
But it seems I have no power against the needle that I crave
From the bottle to the needle from the needle to the grave

Many times you've seen us on the streets down in the slum
These men who've lost the way of life and every feeling grown numb
But in our shame we are all the same to the needle we are slaves
From the bottle to needle from the needle to the grave