Just a small town hoe, lookin for a guy to blow
She gots a seamen stain, coulda came from anywhere
Just a horny boy, gettin head in south detroit
No reason to complain in his easy chair

A tweaker in a crack house room
A smell of dope and cheap mushrooms
For a line they can't share they'd fight
It goes up the nose and then it's gone

Tweakers snorting, up and down the boulevard
Their noses searching in the night
Tweeking people, living just to try and stop the fighting,
Staying up all night

Beggin hard to get that feel,
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin anything to have that ice,
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some some tweakers can never choose
Oh, the tweaking never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

(chorus)

Please stop tweakin
Stop lookin at that ceiling
Tweek night people