We Call Each Other Bunkie

I despise those alcoholics
looking down their nose at me.
I prefer narcotics
and have a tendency

to look down my nose at them.
I know how alkies are. 
The odds are pretty slim
I'd ever let one drive my car.

We share a two man cell.
An alcoholic and a junkie.
We get along fairly well
and call each other "Bunkie".

He thinks shootin dope is crazy
when to me it's just the norm.
I'm thinkin' Bunkie's lazy
doin' dope in liquid form.

I asked our health care giver,
"How different can we be?"
Got cirrohis of the liver
and a case of Hep C.

Some anxiety and stress.
A personality disorder.
Poor Bunkie, what a mess,
I asked the doctor if he'd order

some "Turkey" for my Bunkie.
You know, the hunnerd proof stuff?
And some morphine for the junkie
who can never get enough.

Then we could mix and match,
I mean, we share everything.
Couple shots down the hatch.
Couple shots of morphine.

We'd be two peas in a pod.
"Stead of Bunkie it'd be Brother.
Both fightin' off a nod
lookin' down our noses at each other.