Album: First Time AroundOne Way Ticket
You worship drugs, and think you're so tough.
You keep on sniffing 'till you've had enough.
Face the truth and stop crying,
stiffened and pale you're slowly dying!
I can see it comming from miles away,
and I already know what you're going to say,
you ask for money, for a fucking dime,
you don't wanna work for it,
you want mine
One way-ticket to death.