Dead On Arrival Lyrics by G.b.h.
All G.b.h. Lyricsperformed by : G.b.h.
language : english
added on : March 22, 2009
modified on : September 15, 2009
Dead On Arrival
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 .. ..
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.