Get away from the window
The D.S. are outside
The little packets in our pockets
Stuff we gotta hide
Sitting in a corner of a disco
Mouth stuck in a bag
It's hard to fake the high intake
It turns your brain real bad

Crush a barb pit it in a syringe
Stick it in your arm
Let the feeling crawl to your head
It don't do you no harm
Sniffing sulphate up my nose
Doing it for a 'joke'
It makes the world spin so fast
Things go better with coke

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Drugs Of Youth song meanings
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