Brows hang like crags over sunken yellow eyes
Pants saggin’ lower every day
When he’s in the gutter, you know he’s always on my mind
He’s numb so only I feel his pain
He pushed my patience to the limit
He pushed my buttons all the time
He made me laugh, and then he made me curse his name
He buzzes like a hornet in my mind
I’d put out my hand, but he’d slap it away
So I’m gonna give him back to the Holy of Holies that made him
I’m gonna PRAY FOR THE JUNKIE
I’m gonna pray, I’m gonna get down on my knees
I’m gonna PRAY FOR THE JUNKIE
I’m gonna pray for the man he used to be…
I wanted to take you by the collarbones
And shake some sense down into your soul
I could not just sit back and watch in shock as you faded away
And so I had to let you go
I wanted to save you but I’m not your momma
So I’m gonna give you back to the Holy of Holies that made you
I’m gonna PRAY FOR THE JUNKIE
I’m gonna pray, I’m gonna get down on my knees
I’m gonna PRAY FOR THE JUNKIE
I’m gonna pray for the man that he used to be
He used to be
He used to be
Pray for the man that he used to be
