Dead on Arrival

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.