Drug Lords Of The Avenues
I prefer to run the winter chill
Short cuts are sold in a little pill
Sing songs of the drug lords of the avenues
Hope my life doesn't end way too soon

And in the springtime, it always seems so early
Where once the dead old trees were creeping on the blooming

Rise up and move before you hear the bells
Wise up 'cause it's a cold day in hell
Blackbirds are beating berries off the vine
Repenting [??]

And in the springtime, it always seems so early
Where once the dead old trees were creeping on the blooming

What are we supposed to do?
Sing songs of the drug lords of the avenues
What are we supposed to do?
Long lines for the drug lords of the avenues
What are we supposed to do?
Rush home on the first waves of the fog
Get stoned and morning never comes
Block up the harsh rays of the sun
[??]

And in the springtime, it always seems so early
Where once the dead old trees were creeping on the blooming

What are we supposed to do?
Sing songs of the drug lords of the avenues
What are we supposed to do?
Long lines for the drug lords of the avenues
What are we supposed to do?