[Based on a Dead Kennedys Song]
Think your rad cuz you shoot junk
You think it's cool, we think it's f**ed!
I give you my friendship and what do I get
Sold off for another fix
If you've come to score get out here
Find somewhere else to squelch your fears
We ain't trying to be your mom
But you need help before
You're too far gone
Rip your friends off gotta scam
Chop off any helping hand
Steal our trust when you've got withdrawals
Flush your junk if you've got real balls
You still think Sid Vicious is cool
Can't you see he's a dead junkie fool
Darby, Jan*s, the list goes on
You've starting your grave
With the hole in your arm
Junkie punks, junkie punks
Junkie punks
O.D.!!!!!!!!!
Hope you die. Hope you die. Hope you die!