Junkie Romance-Wayne Kramer

So you wanna look like Johnny And you wanna act like Keef And you crave some soft cocoon, boy For your Charlie Parker grief And you court the adoration Of the ones with no esteem And a hollow point delivery Dope fiend self-inflicted dream Its a junkie romance, kid Alive on Avenue D Its junkie romance, kid Nothing comes for free. As she shoots up through her stockings You see her thighs as pale as death And you cant feel her freezing But theres frost upon her breath. An old time Rx croaker The doctor? Yeah, hes in A drugstore substitution For the thing the priests call sin. Its junkie romance, kid Alive on Avenue D Its junkie romance, kid Youre dead on MTV. Its junkie romance, kid Singing waiting for the man Its junkie romance, kid The kingdom if you can Its junkie romance, kid Hes waiting in the back Its junkie romance, kid Yeah, always dressed in black. Its junkie romance, kid Youre dead on MTV its junkie romance, kid Nothing comes for free.