So, now little man, you’re tired of grass.
LSD, cocaine and hash.
When someone pretending to be a true friend said -
'I’ll introduce you to Miss Heroin.'

Well, honey, before you start fooling with me,
Let me inform you of just how it’ll be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave.
I’ve sent stronger men than you straight to their graves.

You’ll think you could never be such a disgrace,
Then you’ll end up addicted to poppy and waste.
You’ll start by inhaling me one afternoon,
Then you’ll take me in your arms very soon.

And once I have entered deep down in your vein,
The craving will really drive you insane.
You’ll need lots of money (have you already been told?)
For darling, I am much more expensive than gold.

You’ll swindle your mother for less than a buck.
You’ll end up an animal, vile and corrupt.
You’ll mug and you’ll steal for a narcotic charm,
And only feel content when I’m deep in your arm.

One day you’ll realize the monster you’ve grown,
Then solemnly promise to leave me alone.
If you think you’ll have the mystical knack,
Just come on and try getting me off your back.

The vomit, the cramps, your guts in a knot,
The jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot.
The hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains,
Can only be eased by my little white grains.

There is no other way, no need to look,
For deep down inside you’ll know that you’re hooked.
You’ll desperately run to the pusher and then,
You’ll welcome me back to your vein once again.
And when you return, as I have foretold,
You’ll ultimately give me your body and soul.
You’ll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart,
And then you’ll be mine, 'till death do us part!'

                                                                                         -    Richard Rossi