Demented smoke into my lungs Bathtub paper on my tongue Unsterile needles in my arms Having fun, it does no harm Cancerous dust up my nose This life of hell we have chose
Pressured on by using more Rotted lungs an unseen gore A way of life to some unknown Light the torch, burn, we're blown We can handle it, is what we say Drug-filled lives from day to day
A chemical problem is not expected A possible death the users rejected This can happen to you and me Face up, fucker, to reality
Deformed fetus, it can happen Newborns addicted, parents saddened A missing arm, a missing leg Unstable heart with brain decay No point to this tragedy Blame is yours for the cruelty
We're not preaching what to do We've done the drugs as much as you The choice is yours, you must choose Think about what you could loseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
