Drink and Drugs
I LOVED TO GO OUT ON A FRIDAY NIGHT.
BUT ONCE DRUNK YOU KNEW THERE WAS GOING TO BE A FIGHT.
YOU GET THESE GROUPS,AND YOU GET THESE GANGS.
ALL THEY WANT TO DO IS GIVE SOME-ONE A BANG,STRAIGHT IN THE HEAD.
IT SEEMS SO MUCH FUN WHEN THEY ARE ALL TOGETHER.
BUT WHEN SOME-ONE DIES,THEY GOT TO LIVE WITH IT FOREVER.
SOME-ONES SON OR SOME-ONES DAD.
WHEN THE FAMILY RECEIVE THE NEWS, THEY FEEL SO SAD.
DRINK IN IT SELF IS A POWERFULL DRUG.
AND IF IT GETS TO THIS STAGE, THEN YOUR THE MUG
YEARS IN JAIL,JUST WONT BE NICE,
ALL FOR WHAT, JUST 1 SILLY FIGHT,
IF YOU ARE CLEVER AND A LITTLE BIT BRIGHT.
YOU WILL KEEP AWAY FROM DRUGS,AND WONT HAVE TO FIGHT,
I HOPE YOU HEAR WHAT I HAVE TO SAY.
AS I DONT WANT IT TO BE YOU WHO ENDS UP THIS WAY
Copyright © Ken O Leary | Year Posted 2009
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