Mama don't you cry no more and mama don't you sob no more,
know it's not your fault, you're not to blame
Walk the streets of West L.A. a thousand lives before you fade
A thousand little stings before you die
Bronze baby boots in a lion's den
Baby stays away for days he won't say where he's been
It's heroin
Doctor's on the phone again to say he's got your medicine
it's methadone would you pick up the phone to call
Lighters burn your silver spoons as Ivory League the crescent moons
Think that it's a thousand little scars
Orderlies fill up the halls, make bad jokes on pay phone calls
We waited back east to see you home, you know.
I think that you're looking thin
And I think that it's heroin to blame
Bronze baby boots in a lion's den
Baby stays away for days and won't say where he's been
It's heroin

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