Cities of Smoke
CITIES of SMOKE

Cities of smoke, the papers and the vapors
Dazed clowns with paint on their faces
Taking dangerous inhalants, hazardous
Butane gas canisters and rags on the pavement
Many damages, they need to clean the flats
Reefer hoodrats, in the kitchen eating sandwiches
P-addict scavengers, they lean on the bannisters
Cold tablet packages on the staircase
Empty beer crates, the spot is where heroins shot
The bass shakes the walls who hear the rock
Day dreaming dudes with their hair in knots
Sirens they frighten them, they're scared of cops
Wearing the black bowler hats, skull tats
Unhappy they seem, crank fiends, detached
Presentation: shaggy, shabby, ratty, tatty
A P-head will stick-up their own granny for a hit
Mimicking the ways of the wicked and shameless
Their faces are all ripped, they communicate quick
Injecting through the penis, making you sick
The alley's filthy enough to be labelled a tip
Tighten your gas mask, the streets are smelling
The houses stink worse than G.G Allen
Cat urine-odors, bung eyes like Jack Elam
The scumbag, delinquent, criminal, rat, felon
Cunning plans, might even run a scam
Always having a burn like the Son of Sam
Handling more pipes than the plummer
Carrying matches for hydriodic acid
Some stick a dagger under the mattress
Kids eating microwaved Maggie's, unchanged nappies
Parents too high to care, too tight to share
Police, namby pamby, the devils candy

How much ice will they deal? how many lives will they steal?
Skinny kids, who provides them the meal?
In the school and struggling, puzzled with maths
But don't attack them attack the mothers they have
They feed the pipe, miserly sell their trikes for more ice
Desperate for cash, fornicating
-with foul guys, shameless whores, lice, crabs, syphilis
With owl eyes, painful jaws, eye-bags, wickedness
So promiscuous, wombat-nails, colossal nostrils
Owning odd things: bottles and nozzles, walking fossils
Black rags in their handbags
They went from a crash pad to a gang-pad
Violent crimes, every side is tagged, it's Grand-Theft-Auto
In Aranui, another minor stabbed
Bedford van labs, speed society
Ever since Peter Piper packed a pipe of P
Make these dudes duck, destroy a druggies dope
At the very moment they’re about to shoot-up
I wince and shudder, boys kick balls with their brothers
And discover bloody syringes in the gutter, plus the rubbers
Crack is an an excuse not a solution, delusion
It's the gateway to prostitution
The P-head is a slave, chained to the meth
P is a debt that's never repaid
The foolish police amazingly they leave these weasels
I'm enraged, I'll stab them with their own needles!
Inform your people, the formulas lethal
Because meth is the apprentice of evil