I caught you knocking at my cellar door.
I love you, baby. Can I have some more?
Ooh ooh, the damage done.

I hit the city and I lost my band,
I watched the needle take another man.
Gone, gone, the damage done.

I sing the song, because I love the man,
I know that some of you don't understand.
Milk-blood to keep [bad word] out.

I've seen the needle and the damage done,
little part of it in everyone.
But every junkie's like a setting sun.