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That nice easy mark at the edge of the park Was a slam dunk if ever I saw one I don't know what happened, I just let it go by I guess maybe out of respect This old town is my home, and I'm not so far gone That I don't feel like anyone else And it didn't seem right to add to the wrong I decided to get me some help If not know then when? I said to myself, Over and over again Make it right, get free, get rid of the junk I've heard it can happen that way I went down to the clinic on a hundred and tenth And got on the methadone program I waited on line every morning at nine For my little white cup, my reprieve It was going OK, I was feeling alright I even got back with my daughter I lost a few friends, who were anything but And just took it one day at time If not now then when, I kept asking myself Letras de cancionesOver and over again Make it right, get free, get rid of the junk They say it can happen that way I can't say for sure how it all fell apart One thing just led to another Next thing I knew I had stolen a car I was flying straight up to the Bronx Must've lost the old touch, I blew through a toll They caught me just outside of Rye Sporting all that remained of my new-found resolve A shirt that said NYPD Some shred of my soul could almost believe That the Lord sent those cruisers for me Make it right, get free, get rid of the junk But it don't always happen that way At the half-way house we're all sitting around Watching the State of the Union And I'm rolling that stone right back up the hill Watching out for the shit coming down The President's up there grining that grin Thinking he's some kind of John Wayne We're howling and jeering all his talk about shooting And drilling our way out of this If not now then when, I'll keep asking myself Over and over again Make it right? Get free? Get rid of the junk? That nice easy mark at the edge of the park Was a slam dunk if ever I saw one I don't know what happened, I just let it go by I guess maybe out of respect This old town is my home, and I'm not so far gone That I don't feel like anyone else And it didn't seem right to add to the wrong I decided to get me some help If not know then when? I said to myself, Over and over again Make it right, get free, get rid of the junk I've heard it can happen that way I went down to the clinic on a hundred and tenth And got on the methadone program I waited on line every morning at nine For my little white cup, my reprieve It was going OK, I was feeling alright I even got back with my daughter I lost a few friends, who were anything but And just took it one day at time If not now then when, I kept asking myself Over and over again Make it right, get free, get rid of the junk They say it can happen that way I can't say for sure how it all fell apart One thing just led to another Next thing I knew I had stolen a car I was flying straight up to the Bronx Must've lost the old touch, I blew through a toll They caught me just outside of Rye Sporting all that remained of my new-found resolve A shirt that said NYPD Some shred of my soul could almost believe That the Lord sent those cruisers for me Make it right, get free, get rid of the junk But it don't always happen that way From Letras Mania