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Dead On Arrival
(album: Leather, Bristles, No Survivors & Sick Boys)
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.
