Poison Pen

Sprawled face down on this Swiss stained iron bed
In a dismal cheap hotel
With my good arm injured and the sweat-stained billowous murk
From my last cold-turkey attack

I tremble and shiver at the sound outside my door
Instrument of release by my side
The spike, the hose, the blackened spoon
The can of sterno red

I wait
And I wait
Spread-eagled
Half dead

Waiting for my man
Waiting for my man
Waiting for my man
Waiting for my man

I wait for my fit, the footsteps fall
For the black man’s staccato knock
I wait he doesn’t show
I wait he doesn’t show
I wait he doesn’t show

Get this monkey off my back
Get this monkey off my back
Get this monkey off my back
Get this monkey off my back
Off my back
Off my back
Off my back
Off my back

Note: There are at least two versions of this song and the lyrics differ quite a bit between the two. One version (with lyrics above) is featured on Swing The Heartache: The BBC Sessions while the other version (which the lyrics are faster and not as clearly delivered) is featured on the 5 Albums compilation.

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