Scheming, thieving, scumbag bum

Smack head, crack head, someone’s son

A knife, a life, a dealer’s gun

Only mugs do drugs and call it fun

 

There’s ‘H’, 'Meow' and rocks of 'Crack'

There’s ‘E’s and ‘Speed’ and ‘Blow’

There’s ‘Browns’ and ‘Blues’, a bag of ‘Smack’

So cool and good to go

 

Come get your fix, it’s such a must

Steal the money from your Mum

Your Dad’s away and he’s not fussed

With a telly in his Strangeways slum

 

Like a rat that leaves a sinking ship

Just  an addict wanting one more trip

Every night his Mother cries out loud

For the Son that used to make her proud

 

Scheming, thieving, scumbag bum

Smack head, crack head, someone’s son

A knife, a life, a dealer’s gun

Only mugs do drugs and call it fun

 

(C) Daniel Dwyran