There lives a man in my street, who deals in d**h and pain. He preys on the weak, the insecure and insane. He preys on the children, outside the school gates. We got to put a stop to this before it gets too late.
We gotta get rid of the d**. We gotta get rid of the scum. We gotta get rid of the junk. The time is right, the time has come
Stolen gear sold round the pubs, just to buy their daily d**. Mugging old folk on the street, just to pay for their next deal. Rob your house when your not home, nothings safe when they're around. We got to put a stop to this curse before it gets worse.
We gotta get rid of the d**. We gotta get rid of the scum. We gotta get rid of the junk. The time is right, the time has come. We gotta get rid of the d**. We gotta get rid of the scum. We gotta get rid of the junk. The time is right, the time has come
Drugs are the plague of our times, dealers hit with minimal fines. Left to roam the streets in peace, left to find a habit to feed. Do you know were your kids are now, chasing the dragon or popping pills. We got to put a stop to this, hang the dealers it's the only way
We gotta get rid of the d**. We gotta get rid of the scum. We gotta get rid of the junk. The time is right, the time has come