Urban Burnout Colloseum

Strung out, burn out On a lie Ingesting chemicals Getting your fix Wasted, discarded Unloved and unwanted Let's do some drugs Cause you know it's time when the needle's in your arm And you gotta get high and it does no harm Till you're blue in the face and your flesh is moist Everybody knows you're at deaths door One more hit to get you high Soon you'll be in the fucking ground Five bucks burial tonight Dead in the psyche Not much going on upstairs except your party habits Crash and burn, they never learn Just get, get, get, get high Raging, smashing, breathe it till there's nothing more But just a cesspool in a zoo of humanity Whatever the cost, to get your next habit fix Doing drugs in a place not far from The grave And it will soon consume Until nothing's left of you Not much further to go Getting drugs to know That you're still one more dead end, discarded Don't be afraid, just spread those legs Let them do what they need to do To get their fix with your body Pump you full of worthless seed Then you suck some dick for crack If it's not enough, you can still turn back But you take it off, and you bare it all Gonna get high suck for all Junkie forward