C         Em                     F                     G 
Punks on Junk, so in love, with each other while they hate the world 
C         Em                     F                     G 
Quite content,on Vicodan, an 8 by 10 with a kitchenette 
F         C 
They had their muses, they had their scene 
F          C 
They couldn't give a fuck about anything 
F          C 
She said "hey baby can we get some more 
G 
To the corner for one more score 

C         Em                     F                     G 
For Punks on Junk, so much fun, show their lovin' through their violence 
C         Em                     F                     G 
Quite content, H again, a 3 by 5 and a sofa bed 
F         C 
They had their muses, they had their scene 
F          C 
What more could you ask from a couple of dope fiends 
F          C 
out on the street again looking to score 
G 
Everything else just seems a bore 

C      Em            F         G  (x2) 

F         C 
They got nothing but love for each other 
F          C 
They couldn't ask for more from one another 
F          C 
She said "ain't nobody ever take us under" 
G 
We're doing that all by ourselves 

C         Em                     F                     G 
Punks on Junk,never last, very long, then they become the past 
C         Em                     F                     G     F     Em     C 
Quite content with their fate, they always learn too little, too late