Wolfsheim Heroin, She Said

walking down the streets at night
i see her stumbling through the rain
a skinny figure in the dark
her face a shade of grey
begging here and barking there
sheґs swearing all the time
her fingers fumbling with her hair
a dirty mess of grime
and she starts to cry and sheґs asking why
her lifeґs always the same
but she does not see, that unfortunately
thereґs no one here to blame
heroin she said, was the best i had...