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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave Matthews
Dave Matthews
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Matthews
Dave Matthews
Arranger
Charles Fred A. Bobbit
Charles Fred A. Bobbit
Composer
Mark Bruce Rosen
Mark Bruce Rosen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Brown
James Brown
Producer

Lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen Fellow Americans, lady Americans This is James Brown I wanna talk to you about one of our Most deadly killers in the country today I had a dream the other night, and I Was sittin' in my living room Dozed off to sleep So I start to dreamin' I dreamed I walked in a place and I saw a real strange, weird object Standin' up talkin' to the people And I found out it was heroin That deadly drug that go in your veins He said I came to this country without a passport Ever since then I've been hunted and sought My little white grains are nothin' but waste Soft and deadly and bitter to taste I'm a world of power and all know it's true Use me once and you'll know it, too I can make a mere schoolboy forget his books I can make a world-famous beauty neglect her looks I can make a good man forsake his wife Send a greedy man to prison for the rest of his life I can make a man forsake his country and flag Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag Some think my adventure's a joy and a thriller But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you a killer In cellophane bags I've found my way To heads of state, to children at play I'm financed in China, ran in Japan I'm respected in Turkey and I'm legal in Siam I take my addicts and make 'em steal, borrow, beg Then they search for a vein in their arm or their leg So, be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex I can make the most virile of men forget their sex So now, now, my man, you must (you know) do your best To keep up your habit until your arrest Now the police have taken you from under my wing Do you think they dare defy me, I who am king? Now, you must lie in that county jail Where I can't get to you by visit or mail So squirm with discomfort, wiggle and cough (hack!) Six days of madness, hah, and you might throw me off Curse me in name! Defy me in speech! But you'd pick me up right now if I were in your reach All through your sentence you've become resolved to your fate Hear now! Young man and woman, I'll be waitin' at the gate Don't be afraid, don't run! I'm not chased Sure my name is Heroin! You'll be back for a taste Behold, you're hooked! Your foot is in the stirrup And make haste Mount the steed! And ride him well For the white horse of heroin Will ride you to Hell! To Hell! Will ride you to Hell! Until you are dead! Dead, brother! Dead! This is a revolution of the mind Get your mind together And get away from drugs! That's the man! Back! Back
Writer(s): James Brown, Charles Bobbitt, Dave Matthews, Manny Rosen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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