Sprawled face down on this swiss stained iron bed

In a dismal cheap hotel

With my one arm injured and the sweat-stained billowous murk

From my last cold-turkey attack



I tremble and shiver at the sound outside my door

Instrument of release by my side

The spike, the hose, the blackened spoon

The can or sterno red



I wait

And i wait

Spread-eagled

Half dead



Waiting for my man

(x8)



I wait for my fit, the footsteps fall

For the black man's stacatto knock knocking

I wait he doesn't show

I wait he doesn't show

I wait he doesn't show



Get this monkey off my back

Get this monkey off my back

Get this monkey off my back

Get this monkey off my back

Off my back

Off my back

Off my back