the kids in the street are coming down   there ain't no money left in this town   pounds for a gram is so unreal   if you can't get a scrip then you need to steal      all you kids you waste away   all you kids are gonna pay   all you kids will rot your brains   all you kids got yourselves to blame      i lost my job i was falling asleep   i was falling over walking down the street   i sold all my records for a months supply   and i've seen my doctor and i'm gonna die   i'm all alone with no more friends   the needles beat me in the end   out in the night with no one close   i'm out cold with an over-dose