Subhumans

Get away from the window.
The D.S. are outside.
The little packets in our pockets
Stuff we gotta hide.
Sitting in a corner of a disco
Mouth stuck in a bag.
It's hard to fake the high intake.
It turns your brain real bad.
Crush a barb put it in a syringe.
Stick it in your arm.
Let the feeling crawl to your head.
It won't do you no harm.
Sniffing sulfate up my nose
Doing it for a joke
It makes the world spin so fast.
Things go better with coke.