Tired of shootin' smack, tired of on the run, traded the
needle... for the gunTired of livin' small, tired of the
withdrawal, no more retreat time for attackOh Benny how many
times you tried to kill yourself,OD's and robberies and
super stunts, I never thought you'd die from themRiding
around in tanks, fire a round of blanks, Benny had never had
such funUntil he took a wrong step into bomb, and that's
when Benny got blowed upAlone, under a blanket soaked with sweat
and piss,We figured Benny would end up like thisWe just
didn't think for them