How can something so cliche, something so pathetic
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Something so stupid be regarded as poetic
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With mum on methadone and daddy on the nod
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It's a picture full of death a syringe full of snot
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You shoot up, you die. You shoot up, you die
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And if your body lives, then you die inside
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Another paper, another shot
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Is the rust worth the risk, fuck no it's not
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Our generation should be smart enough to know
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The syringe, the gun, your life you blow
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You shoot up, you die, you shoot up, you die
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A false sense of security, you shoot up you die.
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And now it's too late to change your mind.
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Your life is empty, you fill it up with smack
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Too much one night you end up on your back
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You say you don't care, you're not afraid of dying
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Now you're on a respirator and all your friends are crying
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And now it's too late to change your mind!
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The Heroin Song
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| 30 Foot Fall |
