|Song||Pray to the Junkiemaker|
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Pray to the Junkiemaker through all types of weather|
You will be a slave to the Junkiemaker forever
Fiend 4 the means while it taxes your mind...
You're on the road to the "Tombstone Commode"
Fiend like a hype as you suck the glass pipe
Your soul is cast into a Hellish hole
And as you're on your knees tryin to feed your disease
The Monkey's on your back got you "beggin' please"
Pray to the Junkiemaker
Take a hit wit yer lips
Pray to the Junkiemaker...WHOA !