Ian Craig - Drug Solution

Allow me a little indulgence
It was fucked from the very first day
I was young, I behaved, I was healthy
Perfect rod for your lightning of hate
Do whatever it takes to survive
I'm not locked in a drug problem
Do whatever it takes to stay alive
I'm seeking a drug solution
Spare me all your artifice
I was fucked when I turned eight
They said gifted, talented, artistic
Glowing target for your arrow of hate
Do whatever it takes to survive
I'm not locked in a drug problem
Do whatever it takes to stay alive
I'm seeking a drug solution
No caring teacher
No understanding clergyman
No honest program
Nothing fair about this
Lend me your ear, I'll talk it off
I was fucked at age sixteen
Got a job, bought a car, home by ten
Size 42 belt wrapped around your hand
Do whatever it takes to survive
I'm not locked in a drug problem
Do whatever it takes to stay alive
I'm seeking a drug solution

Written by:
Ian Craig

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