Taking drugs is a dead end job,
Put your nerves on edge, when you see Mr Plod,
It’s not so very long, before your body starts to ache,
With holes in your brain, your life begins to break,
When you go for a job and get treated like a thing
It’s not so very funny, hanging on a string.
I want to get up and play my guitar,
I want to go out on a bike and go far,
Travel around the world and see so very much,
It’s stupid taking drugs and talking double Dutch.
I don’t want to rely on someone else all the time,
I want to take good food, when I go out to dine,
I want a clean body additive free,
With nobody by the side of me.
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