A brown horse, with golden-brown mane
Manic pressure on your veins
So strong a need - a needle so thin
It's calling you, it's called the enemy within
And I just feel as cold as ice
Sharp as a blade, mute as a child
I feel so bad when I see you ride
That sad little brown line from that sad white bag
And when I see your face on dope
These times I know there was no hope
You hold the needle like a shining sword
And nothing matters anymore
You're wearing dead white skin
No face just dead white skin
Dead lips, so dead-white clean
Please, stop it, stop it, sister morphine
You can kill yourself if you want
But you won't be the only one
To fall back from the dead brown horse
I'll follow you - fix and rejoice!
And I just feel as cold as ice
Mute as a blade, sharp as a child
I feel so bad when I see you ride
That sick brown horse in that sad white bag
I feel so, bad, bad, when I see you ride
That sad little brown line
From that sad white bag
I feel so, bad, bad, bad
And we all feel bad
Cause we all fall back
Back from the horse's back
And when I see your face on dope
These times I know there ain't no hope
You hold the needle like a shining sword
And nothing matters anymore
You're wearing dead white skin
No face just dead white skin
Dead lips, so dead-white clean
Please, stop it, stop it, sister morphine
You can kill yourself if you want
But you won't be the only one
To fall back from the dead brown horse
I'll follow you - fix and rejoice!
You can kill yourself if you want
But you won't be the only one
To fall back from the dead brown horse
I'll follow you - fix and rejoice!