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