ONE NEW HELL

Words & Music by Steve Schalchlin (based upon an essay by Billy Valentine)

Indian Summer in San Francisco
I can feel the approaching winter
And the skies will all turn grey
And that's just how they'll stay

Like the greyness in my soul
As I wretch into the toilet bowl
Like a junkie in some hustler bar
Just before he gets into some rich man's car

If I though that I could do it
I'd trade this life for another
Cause I'm living through
One New Hell
One New Hell right after the other

This sickness doesn't show itself
Like the one I had before
When the speed was burning off my flesh
And a bloody syringe was on the floor

If I though that I could do it
I would trade this life for another
Cause I'm living through
One New Hell
One New Hell right after the other

Was that me in the rain
At the needle exchange?
Was that you
Looking for some kid to do?

Do you like the thing that I've become?
Can you smell the sweaty sheets
On the sweaty bed where I've come from?

And the doctor gives me great big pills
And I take them but their little thrills
Are not thrills at all
I'm a dying man coming off the wall

If I thought that I could do it
I'd trade this life for another
But I know it's just a joke
'Cause if I traded One New Hell
I'd just get another

So I'll keep my New Hell
And hold on for another