New Blood On The Old Scene

Walking down the ally
Hand full of drugs
Fists as the ready
Whatch out for mugs
Get ready to meet
Your customers - thugs
Snort a line of cocaine
Come up - all happy and smugg

New Blood On The Old Scene
Racin' in your road machine
Make sure you win nice and clean
Dont care if you know where I been

Go to the fuckin' party
Sound bangin' down the hall
Meet with some woman
Shag her on the wall
Get too wasted
Then go and fall
All down the sairs
Throw up when the phone calls

New Blood On The Old Scene
Mug the :skull::skull::skull::skull: who looks eighteen
Slip with the knife and punture his splean
So what, life suck, know what I mean?

Get fired from your job
Dont really give a fuck
Just stay at home all day
With all the common muck
Snort the last line of coke
Have a bong or few
Smoke up 3 fat biftas
Then friends call on you

New Blood On The Old Scene
For months now its long since been
Living it up, reality not real
Stuff it all dont care how you feel

Im left to rot in here
Lost everything I hold dear
Sold my soul and run in fear
All in the name of drugs you hear