Tracks In His Arm Made Him A Man,

No-one Could Understand.

Each Night He'd Go Out Shooting Skag,

Met A Pusher Who Sold Him A Bag.



That's Why He Was ..

Dead On Arrival .. ..



Ran Out Of Money So He Stole A Car,

Tried To Run But Didn't Get Far.

Sent To Prison, No Turning Back,

Saw His Arm, Weaned Him Off Smack.



Out On Parole Tried To Keep Calm,

Finally Died With A Needle In His Arm.

Yes Out On Parole, Tried To Keep Calm,

Finally Died With A Needle In His Arm.