I use to know a girl. . .
She had two pierced nipples and a black tattoo
We'd drink that Mexican beer
We'd live on Mexican food
Yes, I wish I could go back
Yes, back in time
Esther used to be
The kind of girl that you would ever leave
She'd do anything
To give me what I neeed for my disease
I can hear them talking in the real world
But they don't understand
I'm happy in hell
With my Heroin girl
I am losing myself in a white-trash hell
Lost inside a Heroin girl
They found her out in the fields
About a mile from home
Her face was warm from the sun
But her body was cold
I head a policeman say
Just another overdose. . .just another overdose!