Dope Junkie

I can't get enough,

enough of the stuff,

i haven't got a honey,

never got any money.

I live on tea and toast,

can't afford a roast,

just skin and bone,

I'm always on my own.

I'm quiet as a mouse,

never leave the house,

can't clean the place,

I'm always off my face.

Gunna grow my own,

the seeds I have sown,

hope I don't get busted,

my neighbours can be trusted.

Someone stole my crop,

took the bloody lot,

they were growing very well,

hope they burn in hell.