Illinformed - High Street lyrics

[Intro] Yeah [Verse] I'm unhinged, I'm wondering, see this could be a deadly trip I'm on the high streets and there's a bunch of pricks getting pissed Wetherspoons, Revolution, Yates, and the Walkabouts Talk about a cattle market, more like a slaughterhouse While you step to me with wine on your breath Right the f** out of here is where I want to get But also want to blow my mind, I'm in self-destruct mode How would I get home anyway? Who the f** knows? The scene then switches with an anime effect Next thing, I'm in that same old alley way again Looking to my left, I see that scabby little wench In the corner trying to sell me contaminated s** Someone handed me a bag of purple powder What did I do with it, people start cursing louder Fights breaking out, blood, sweat, and piss f** stepping in, man, I should've known ahead of time Next day, I walked past and see a yellow sign “Did you see anything?” nothing that I recognize [Outro: Sample] "How about another?" "I really shouldn't" "Bartender, two more stingers" "Make it three" "No, just two please"