End of the Weak - Swingin Utters

Oh my darling Clementine

I’m not well in Tenderloin

I sold my soul to heroine

This no longer need for sleep enhanced

Chance to creep

Villa novas parked down next

To the creek

Where the singles stick to cheek

The beginning

Of the end

Of the weak

Slow

Go slow now when you pass me by

The federales have an eye on me

And generally half the time

I’m doing crime

I’m not celebrating

With this box of wine

It’s more debilitating

With oxycodine

And Clementine

Intertwined

Amongst the land mines

Show

Show how you feel not how you lie

Let this be your lullaby

Tonight do what you can just to get by despite