Everywhere I go all I see
People with drug addictions,
Wandering the streets
Stealing from shops
No sign of the cops,
The local drug dealer
Well I see him selling lots,
In exchange for stolen goods
Take a look at his customers
And the way they look,
Skeletons with flesh hanging off them
Tattooed up and eyes gone again,
Talking fucking shit
And always arguing,
With other afflicted addicted
About their dramas again,
It’s a curse of today, does no one care
How come there are so many out there,
To challenge them you wouldn’t dare,
So pumped up with different shit
What kind of fucking life is this.
fauxcroft 
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