Platinum Junkie (feat. Jason Ricci)

Two young brothers run wild in the streets

Livin’ in LA dreams while momma’s losing sleep

When the cobra comes callin’ with the rhythm and booze

All American dreams become born to lose

Pale white hands on the razor blade

Through the smoke and mirrors the platinum junkie is made

There’s a pusher taking life after life

Down on the corner by the liquor store

Like a rat, breeding disease

Bleeding out on the ghetto floor

The first time you did it, it was just for fun

But the second time it didn’t feel quite as strong

So you loaded up your pistol for one more fix

Playing Russian roulette but you load all six

The preacher finds the pusher with a war to wage

As the two young brothers take the stage

One grips the mic and one bends the strings

While they close their eyes and replay the scenes

As the spotlight shines on the Viper Room stage

Through the smoke and mirrors the platinum junkie is made

Now a wildfire burns in those hungry eyes

From the passionate thrill of a brand new high

It’s ecstasy and the touch of skin

Just a poison kiss on the lips of sin

Reality and stage lines fade

Through the smoke and mirrors the platinum junkie is made

Gold and platinum records line the wall

As the oldest brother walks down the hall

Preacher nails at the foot of the bed

Mama cries and daddy hangs his head

Their broken hearts are filled with rage

As they cling to the hand of son they raised

As God and the devil stand face to face

Through the smoke and mirrors the platinum junkie’s erased