Then Old Drugs Poem by Dorsey Baker

So busy so dirty
So busy so dirty
Them old drugs
Make them old drugs
Keep their dirty hands
Off of you

So dirty
Them old drugs
Promise you heaven
But give you hel l
Drag you down
Drown you
In the wishing well

Make them old drugs
Keep their dirty hands
Off of you

Them old drugs
They will get you high
Make you laugh
Then they will make you cry
Them old drugs

You don't want to get addicted to
Them old drugs
Make them old drugs
Keep their dirty hands
Off of you