Written: 10/19/92
copyright 1992 Demented Thinking Productions
Pay the Piper
You wander through life in a drug induced haze looking for the ultimate high
But before you know it, your life has passed you by
You live in filth, stealing, panhandling, and conning your friends to get your next fix
But didn't anyone tell you that drugs and life doesn't mix.
(chorus)
It's time to pay the piper
Vital signs dwindling away
Pay the piper
You death could come today.
Slipping the infested needle into your pulsating vein as your nights fade into days
Disease ridden, A.I.D.S. sticks you, your postage pre-paid
Arraigning your own death sentence, make the proper arrangements, demise sure to come
Dying from the inside out, living is done.
(repeat chorus)
Snorting your whole life savings into your sore, reddened nostrils day in and day out
A big business man who runs out of clout
Unable to cope with life's little curves, putting your family on the auction block
Taking your life and belongings to be hocked.
(repeat chorus)
A violent struggle within your tortured mind, ill disposition, sucking on addiction, a crack pipe
Unable to decipher what's wrong and what's right
Drifting into your own little comatose world, trying to rid yourself of your relentless problems
Bringing yourself up from down, your future is dead grim.
(repeat chorus)
(flat line sound)
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Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Madness
Copyright: 2/16/96
Madness
If you play you may pay
So be careful when you do
Life can be so cruel
Dealt a hand of death
Drugs and sex can move you
Into a new plateau
Watch out for the sign of the day.
People contracting AIDS all the time
Innocence forgetting the stance
Playing with fire can kill you
Slowly your brittle bones rag
No known cure for dishonor
Can you really take the chance?
Ignorance can be so sublime.
Children who never had sex
Contract it, herding it unknowingly
It's a shame to watch them die
Innocent and shunned they must be
So protect yourself and others
Make sure your children live
Protection is the key to the text.
Madness quits for no man
No one should go out that way
Things we cannot nearly explain
Madness of society regrets
Incidents we cannot decipher
They shouldn't be death's brand.
Madness
If you play you may pay
So be careful when you do
Life can be so cruel
Dealt a hand of death
Drugs and sex can move you
Into a new plateau
Watch out for the sign of the day.
People contracting AIDS all the time
Innocence forgetting the stance
Playing with fire can kill you
Slowly your brittle bones rag
No known cure for dishonor
Can you really take the chance?
Ignorance can be so sublime.
Children who never had sex
Contract it, herding it unknowingly
It's a shame to watch them die
Innocent and shunned they must be
So protect yourself and others
Make sure your children live
Protection is the key to the text.
Madness quits for no man
No one should go out that way
Things we cannot nearly explain
Madness of society regrets
Incidents we cannot decipher
They shouldn't be death's brand.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Induction
Induction
Copyright - 2/12/96
The war is on in our lonely, complicated streets
Drugs run rampant, our children a collective high
Is there an end? How do we begin?
Gangs are children, misdirected born to die
Drugs take over but we don't register the defeat.
Wandering through life in a drug induced haze
Drugs make life pass you by and you fail
Is there any time? Do we have reason or rhyme?
Lying in a gutter addicted and totally frail
Children robbing and stealing in a drug craze.
Where are the dealers who get our kids hooked?
Drugs make strange bedfellows, infected needles
Is there a point? Do we rid ourselves and anoint?
Our children taken hostage in the midst of drug sales
All together our kids and the parents are crooked.
Vital signs dwindle away on the drug block
Pay the piper scores become certain death
Is there relief? How doe we keep our beliefs?
Watch our children die, take our last breath
Time runs out, our children live by the drug clock.
Businessmen snorting their lives ambitiously away
Arraigning their own death sentence they produce
Is there a life? Should we all fly like a kite?
Our lives become little to nothing, support the noose
Time to clean up, the inevitable time is today.
Sucking on addiction the junkie pays for crack
Unable to decipher between right and wrong
Is there somebody? Can't they see?
Things don't fix themselves, same old song
Dealers live for the money, serious stash.
Drugs do not solve problems, they create
If we keep moving this way life will cease
Is there a cure? Can we be sure?
Taste the poison and become deceased
Ridden with disease make your own death date.
Copyright - 2/12/96
The war is on in our lonely, complicated streets
Drugs run rampant, our children a collective high
Is there an end? How do we begin?
Gangs are children, misdirected born to die
Drugs take over but we don't register the defeat.
Wandering through life in a drug induced haze
Drugs make life pass you by and you fail
Is there any time? Do we have reason or rhyme?
Lying in a gutter addicted and totally frail
Children robbing and stealing in a drug craze.
Where are the dealers who get our kids hooked?
Drugs make strange bedfellows, infected needles
Is there a point? Do we rid ourselves and anoint?
Our children taken hostage in the midst of drug sales
All together our kids and the parents are crooked.
Vital signs dwindle away on the drug block
Pay the piper scores become certain death
Is there relief? How doe we keep our beliefs?
Watch our children die, take our last breath
Time runs out, our children live by the drug clock.
Businessmen snorting their lives ambitiously away
Arraigning their own death sentence they produce
Is there a life? Should we all fly like a kite?
Our lives become little to nothing, support the noose
Time to clean up, the inevitable time is today.
Sucking on addiction the junkie pays for crack
Unable to decipher between right and wrong
Is there somebody? Can't they see?
Things don't fix themselves, same old song
Dealers live for the money, serious stash.
Drugs do not solve problems, they create
If we keep moving this way life will cease
Is there a cure? Can we be sure?
Taste the poison and become deceased
Ridden with disease make your own death date.
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illegal drugs,
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