The Junkie's Prayer [German translation]

That bed that I lay on is narrow and cold

This sickness inside me tears at my soul

And the devil awaits me, he calls me his son

For he knows I'm cornered and too weak to run

For I soon must return to my gutter of thrills

Where joy is the needle or a bottle of pills

Where a man welcomes misery like an old friend from home

That he uses and abuses till the misery is gone

My mind's filled with torture my body's in pain

But the needle is warm as it sinks in my vein

Just a matter of seconds then my mind will be free

From the coldness and darkness that dominate me

But the freedom is short lived and then I'm alone

I must find the pusher but my money's all gone

Then the cycle of horror starts over once more

Oh God, let me suffer this misery no more

• Artist:Johnny Cash