Sprawled face down on this Swiss stained iron bed
In a dismal cheap hotel
With my one arm injured and the sweat-stained billowous murk
From my last cold-turkey attack

I tremble and shiver at the sound outside my door
Instrument of release by my side
The spike, the hose, the blackened spoon
The can or sterno red

I wait
And I wait
Spread-eagled
Half dead

Waiting for my man
(8x)

I wait for my fit, the footsteps fall
For the black man's stacatto knock knocking
I wait he doesn't show (3x)

Get this monkey off my back (4x)
Off my back (3x)