THE USER

He stands on the corner in an old beat up coat
He holds a cigarette but he doesn't even smoke

His vacant eyes stare, people pass all around
But he doesn't look - he just hangs his head down

The people who once knew him seem quite surprised
A good boy he was, just one of the guys
But he drifted away - they never knew why
Now he walks the street and desperate he cries

For a long shiny needle and a place all alone
Where noone can watch and noone can know

He needs what he gets but it gets him nowhere
As long as he's high, though, he seems not to care
He lives his whole life now for just one more fix
Oh what a shame 'cause he's just twenty-six!

And a long shiny needle and a place all alone
Where noone can watch and noone can know
Takes the place of all of his friends and family
They miss him so much and wonder where he could be

And the User he runs in the dark of the night
Hoping to find somewhere the meaning of life
And so he does what he does, but don't ask him why
Sometimes he knows, though, he flies oh so high!

(Thank God) For a long shiny needle and a place all alone
Where noone can watch and noone can know
Yes, a long shiny needle and a place all alone
Where noone can watch and know one can know