How can something so cliche, something so pathetic Something so stupid be regarded as poetic With mum on methadone and daddy on the nod It's a picture full of death a syringe full of snot You shoot up, you die. You shoot up, you die And if your body lives, then you die inside Another paper, another shot Is the rust worth the risk, fuck no it's not Our generation should be smart enough to know The syringe, the gun, your life you blow You shoot up, you die, you shoot up, you die A false sense of security, you shoot up you die. And now it's too late to change your mind. Your life is empty, you fill it up with smack Too much one night you end up on your back You say you don't care, you're not afraid of dying Now you're on a respirator and all your friends are crying And now it's too late to change your mind!