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Johnny Thunders and The Heartbreakers live

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Johnny Thunders and The Heartbreakers live

Johnny Thunders and The Heartbreakers play One Track Mind and Too much junkie Business. Live.

Lyrics One Track Mind:

When I was born
I hada think up a song
To live like i wish
I had to flop like a fish
in the confusion
I made an illusion
I spit out a track
and i dont look back

I Gotta One Track Mind
I Gotta One Track Mind
I Gotta One Track Mind
Over You

Evrythings nice
when you’re coved in ice
But you open yer eyes
and it’s one big lie
Well I feel right in home
in This Room of my own
My rule book is finish
it says dont come in

I Gotta One Track Mind
I Gotta One Track Mind
I Gotta One Track Mind
Over You

I got tracks on my arms
trakcs on my face
there’s track on the walls
and all over the place
But i don’t think I’d miss it
if I had you to fix it
I just want you
for just one night

I Gotta One Track Mind
I Gotta One Track Mind
I Gotta One Track Mind
Over You

I Gotta One Track Mind
I Gotta One Track Mind
I Gotta One Track Mind
I Gotta One Track Mind
I Gotta One Track Mind
I Gotta One Track Mind
Over You

Lyrics Too much junkie Business:

Well, you run down to the corner, baby, see what you can cop
You buy some for your sister and you take yours off the top
Run into the bathroom, fixing up a shot
Tie it up, shoot it up, bang your head and throw it up

Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
I dont wanna fuck around with you

Your life becomes as sickening as that mess you call your face
The pig you call your girlfriend is dead from shooting mace
Climbing up the walls, shot some on my balls
Wrap it up, call it art, now your record makes the chart

Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
I dont wanna fuck around with you

Too much junk, too much junk
Too much junk, too much junk
Too much junk, too much junk
I dont wanna see her hanging out with you

Well, youre the coolest thing in town
With your face right on the ground
Friends went through your pockets as the coffin went down
You overdosed at last, spike stuck in your head
Now youre dead, dead, dead, dead

Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
I dont wanna fuck around with you

Too much junk, too much junk
Too much junk in your head

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