Written by George "Jay" Spurling

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Smack Dog, can't do just a little bit, Smack Dog, might as well admit it you're a Smack Dog, cover up your arm 'cause you're a Smack Dog, never meant to do no harm...

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Smack was the life, the life for me, a bag was all I needed, one to set me free. First it was one, then two then three...three is all I needed, three a day baby.

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You're on the wrong track steamin' straight for hell, the Needle and the Damage and...Ooooh that smell...better check yourself before you wreck yourself...you've packed up your soul and you've put it on a shelf.

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Now you're gettin' older there's no end in sight, gotta see the man every day and every night. Now it's twenty or thirty...or forty for me...this is not the way that I wanted it to be.

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So gather 'round people, take my advice, a smack dog's life sure ain't nuthin' nice. You ain't nuthin' but an empty shell...now you know you're livin' in a place called Hell.

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