People say they're giving up,
The harry, the coke, the drugs themselves.
They don't wanna lose the comfort,
The zone in which they're loved with hugs.
These hugs though, they're dangerous,
You get hooked, they strike and you OD.
Then you wonder why you're in hospital,
Next to a comatose person, someone named Jodie.
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Come on guys, these things we don't need,
They supposedly make us 'happy'.
They just fuck you over,
Makes everyone round feel crappy.
Cos we can't do anything to help you,
Although you think you don't need it.
You seem to think you're better with than without,
But I can say, you don't need this shit.
