Here comes a joe with a bag full of snow
Hell make you scream inside
With his wide brim hat and his Cadillac
Hell take you for a riii-ide, oh baby
Long ago youd have sold your mothers soul
To the man on the street
But now you sell a night of love, pretty baby
To the people you meet
Your old man cant supply the both of you
You should know damn well
So the next time that your junk, baby, it runs out
You broke the night in hell,
Oh you broke the night in helllll
Your good nightmare is a junkies dream
Your good nightmare is a junkies (Ooooooooooo) dreammmm
Oh Ho no (Ooooooooooo)
And dont you worry little baby (Ooooooooooo)
Some day youll see it snow (Ooooooooooo)
Ohhh Your good nightmare is a junkies dream
Your good nightmare Oh
is a standin outside in the rain
Suitcase in her hand
Wheels gettin cold and a shes getting old
And oh God dont you understand
A junkie has no promise that a hell get by
Without pumpin his veins
So go sell your soul for a bag full of snow
And if your lucky youll die in vain
And if your lucky youll die in vain, Lord, Lord