D. R. U. G. S.
 Dying Regularly Using Gruesome Substances
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Black tar is the seed of life, needles furrow my farm
Just follow the cavities I have plowed down my arm.
I am one of many, a street gutter has-been
Feeding like an animal out of a trash-bin.
My body has shrunk down, I look like the walking dead
But I don't need your pity, what I need is your bread.
I must move quick to find money, quick like a rabbit
Because I've tallied up a "two-bill" a day habit.
I am a used to be man and my days are numbered
Every day I move closer to death's cold slumber.

--When the juice is flowing, flying high I will soar
a feeling so incredible, though soon I'll need more.
--You can find me in an alley around back of Jane's Diner
I am doomed by my very existence...
                                    behold the main-liner!

Each day death and I shall walk hand and hand
Unless you are like me, you can't understand.
Just look for the zombie around back of Jane's Diner
I am there for your viewing pleasure...
                               behold the main-liner!