When you walk, when you walk
When you walk the junkie walk
Like you talk, like you talk
Like you talk the junkie talk
Here's the list, you can lie
Look your mother in the eye
Steal her pills, make her cry
Every junkie has to die

When you walk, when you walk
When you walk the junkie walk
Like you talk, like you talk
Like you talk the junkie talk
Here's the list, you can lie
Look your mother in the eye
Steal her car, her guitar
Every junkie has to die

Thank you for your dedication
'Cross the street in the dirty rain
Though you said your true vocation
Will be coming back again

When you walk, when you walk
When you walk the junkie walk
Like you talk, like you talk
Like you talk the junkie talk
Here's the list, you can lie
Look your mother in the eye
Steal her purse, and what's worse
Every junkie has to die

See them on the avenue
Nothing more to tell or do
Preying like the living dead
Or dancing in and under his bed

When you walk, when you walk
When you walk the junkie walk
Like you talk, like you talk
Like you talk the junkie talk
Here's the list, you can lie
Look your mother in the eye
Steal her keys, if you please
Every junkie has to die

Walk
Talk
Lie
Die

Walk, walk, walk, yeah
Raise our dead, walk, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When you walk, when you walk
When you walk the junkie walk
Like you talk, like you talk
Like you talk the junkie talk
Here's the list, place your bet
No, a loser won't regret
Don't you fret, or deny
Every junkie has to die

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Writer(s): Chrissie Hynde, James Steven Walbourne