Jagged Man

Jagged man, he walk down the street/
Every step a shuffle, but no one else hears the beat/
Twisting legs and a spine of glass/
Each new face looks just like the last/
He wants that shit, that sickly sweet/
Hotter than this July heat/
His skin is crawling, he wants to get well/
Wants a day pass out of this Hell/
Pusherman says "Pay me," though/
So he jacks this girl's bike, that boy's stereo/
Trip to the pawnshop, sign the line above/
Cash in his hand to purchase his one true love/
Somewhere deep down he screams his pain/
As he pats the vein, but his pain's in vain/
Adds on another link to the chain/
That he carries behind him like a train on a dress/
He's a mess, they say he's insane, but who could say/
Jagged man lives day to day/
Living dead, the only way he knows how/
They say his soul's all gone, no hope for him now/
Marching to the music without no band/
Nobody pay no mind to that jagged man/

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