Dead End - Smut Peddlers

My dear loaded friend

Please hear what I’m saying

You’re not gonna win

At this game you’re playing

You’ll go straight to hell

If you go anywhere

I tell you this

Only because I care

Slow down friend

Your wicked ways you’ve got to mend

Hit the brakes my friend

You’re headed for a dead end

You’re pulling the wool

Over everyone’s eyes

When you say that you’re clean

While you savor your highs

Yes, you are slick

And I’m just a fool

But the Devil

Is gonna take you to school

You knew you were losing the game you were in

When you had to do time for heroin

You turned to the Lord and you got salvation

But you thought it would be different with some medication

After your completion of a famous rehab

Your doctor prescribed you some Loritab

It helped your anxiety and general pain

But the pilot was ignited and now you’re insane

You say it’s from a doctor so it doesn’t count

You have a real prescription for a medical amount

You speak sober lingo but your eyes are pinned

You’d suck my cock for some Vicodin

Like so many before, you developed «bad back»

And to cool it down, took a chunk o' smack

One day at a time you sell your soul

Submerged in denial, you’re out of control

The real things in your life are up on the shelf

Like most of us, I guess, you’ve got to find out for yourself

You don’t want a square telling you what to do

The rules of the road don’t apply to you

But when I look in your eyes, my heart gets the knife

Cuz you made a wrong turn on the road of life

I’m only trying to flag you down my friend

Pull over, turn around, you’re headed for a dead end