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GBH - Dead On Arrival lyrics

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Tracks in his arm made him a man,

No-one could understand.

Each night he'd go out shooting skag,

Met a pusher who sold him a bag.



That's why he was ..

Dead on arrival .. ..



Ran out of money so he stole a car,

tried to run but didn't get far.

Sent to prison, no turning back,

saw his arm, weaned him off smack.



Out on parole tried to keep calm,

finally died with a needle in his arm.

Yes out on parole, tried to keep calm,

finally died with a needle in his arm.
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