Punks on Junk, so in love, with each other while they hate the world Quite content,on Vicodan, an 8 by 10 with a kitchenette They had their muses, they had their scene They couldn't give a fuck about anything She said "hey baby can we get some more To the corner for one more score For Punks on Junk, so much fun, show their lovin' through their violence Quite content, H again, a 3 by 5 and a sofa bed They had their muses, they had their scene What more could you ask from a couple of dope fiends out on the street again looking to score Everything else just seems a bore (x2) They got nothing but love for each other They couldn't ask for more from one another She said "ain't nobody ever take us under" We're doing that all by ourselves Punks on Junk,never last, very long, then they become the past Quite content with their fate, they always learn too little, too late