Dead On Arrival - G.B.H.

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.

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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