Waste Away

the kids in the street are coming down

there ain't no money left in this town

pounds for a gram is so unreal

if you can't get a scrip then you need to steal

all you kids you waste away

all you kids are gonna pay

all you kids will rot your brains

all you kids got yourselves to blame

i lost my job i was falling asleep

i was falling over walking down the street

i sold all my records for a months supply

and i've seen my doctor and i'm gonna die

i'm all alone with no more friends

the needles beat me in the end

out in the night with no one close

i'm out cold with an over-dose