C Em F G
Punks on Junk, so in love, with each other while they hate the world
C Em F G
Quite content,on Vicodan, an 8 by 10 with a kitchenette
F C
They had their muses, they had their scene
F C
They couldn't give a fuck about anything
F C
She said "hey baby can we get some more
G
To the corner for one more score
C Em F G
For Punks on Junk, so much fun, show their lovin' through their violence
C Em F G
Quite content, H again, a 3 by 5 and a sofa bed
F C
They had their muses, they had their scene
F C
What more could you ask from a couple of dope fiends
F C
out on the street again looking to score
G
Everything else just seems a bore
C Em F G (x2)
F C
They got nothing but love for each other
F C
They couldn't ask for more from one another
F C
She said "ain't nobody ever take us under"
G
We're doing that all by ourselves
C Em F G
Punks on Junk,never last, very long, then they become the past
C Em F G F Em C
Quite content with their fate, they always learn too little, too late