Here comes a joe with a bag full of snow

He?ll make you scream inside

With his wide brim hat and his Cadillac

He?ll take you for a riii-ide, oh baby



Long ago you?d have sold your mother?s soul

To the man on the street

But now you sell a night of love, pretty baby

To the people you meet



Your old man can?t supply the both of you

You should know damn well

So the next time that your junk, baby, it runs out

You broke the night in hell,

Oh you broke the night in helllll



Your good nightmare is a junkie?s dream

Your good nightmare is a junkie?s (Ooooooooooo) dreammmm 

Oh Ho no (Ooooooooooo)  

And don?t you worry little baby (Ooooooooooo)



Some day you?ll see it snow (Ooooooooooo)



Ohhh Your good nightmare is a junkie?s dream

Your good nightmare Oh 

is a standin? outside in the rain

Suitcase in her hand

Wheels gettin? cold and a she?s getting? old

And oh God don?t you understand



A junkie has no promise that a he?ll get by

Without pumpin? his veins

So go sell your soul for a bag full of snow

And if your lucky you?ll die in vain

And if your lucky you?ll die in vain, Lord, Lord



Oooooh yeahhh oh

Yeahhhh ohhhhh lorrrrd