Lyrics:

Destroyed

He's got plenty of drugs
But he can't find his guitar
Winds up drowning in puke
With a needle in his arm

This is plea for drugs
This is a plea for booze
This is a plea for junk
Anything that I can use

I'll shoot junk in my eye
I can't die
Whoops, I'm already dead
Maggots are writhing inside of my head

This is plea for drugs
This is a plea for booze
Desperate for anything
Anything that I can use

A plea for drugs from me to you
There is nothing you can do
I'm gonna die

See me falling, see me sprawling
See me going through your purse
See me crying, see me dying
See me roll off in a hearse, hey

This is a plea for drugs
This is an appeal from me to you
There is nothing you can do
I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die

I'm pathetic, yet magnetic
That is until the drugs are gone
Then I am a total dick
Until I get a good buzz on

Don't want to fucking shoot myself
That would make a mess
I really should O.D. on junk
I think that would be best

This is plea for drugs
This is a plea for booze
This is a plea anything
Anything that I can use

A plea for drugs
An appeal from me to you
There is nothing you can do
I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die