down to my fingertips

i don't need no doctor,
no harlot with her lips.
i'm shaking from withdraw,
down to my fingertips.
in the summer at night,
you're giving me a shot.
i'm looking for extra;
you gave me all you got.
in the winter at noon,
i'm sipping from your spoon.
if i don't feel alright,
i'll take another bite.
i don't need no doctor,
no artificial high.
i'm shaking from withdraw,
i never wonder why.
i don't need no doctor,
no harlot with her lips.
i'm shaking from withdraw,
down to my fingertips.