Hail! Five dollar dilaudid Full of filler! The pockmarked Blonde is with me! Superior are ye amongst opiates And blessed is the Kingdom When it comes. Jeez! Holy cow! Kissing the heavenly Slide or the stairs - The supreme rocket rush Blows back all cares. I miss you, Phoria: Tainted with mechanical Fentanyl The warm itch rarely Hits. Mining the golden vein Is a dangerous proposition, yet swallowing them A crime. There is no time. We dig the ditches We raise the flag, And pray for continued breath Sweeter than Any other kind of Communion with heavens Whine. The maker of the phone lines That open communication To the other side, Rhodes, (ph)farms the junkies For insurance money And glad we are for it. Blessed are the pill mills The junkie nurses And the dodgy doctors With the keys to the Gates of Heaven, Or at least the meds safe On the second floor. Blessed are unprovable Bad backs and Migraines. Blessed are the rich in $$$ And medical insurance For they will never have to kick. Blessed are the junkies For their needs are simple. Blessed is the blonde who Do not know the value of a Dilly. Blessed are the grannies Who think that taking their Own scripts is an exercise In 'silly'. Blessed are those that get well And those that get sick. Blessed are those that toss In 50 cents into the days' Drug pool. Blessed are those who pass by. Blessed are those who shed a tear And cry. Blessed are the straight, because Someone has to be. Blessed are the speed freaks For they stay awake Eyeing the narcan And slapping drooling Faces. Blessed is Patti Smith Lou Reed And Syd Barrett Who knew the value of Numb and outspoken. Blessed is the memory Of the tarred feathery Ghost of diamorphine On the West Coast. Blessed is the monkey Marmoset and ape. Because Every road leads to the sea And just another simian With a grip of steel - One for you And one for me. I have but one plea: Have mercy on us Now, and at the hour of Every little death. Amun. Ra.