In Caledonia

(This is what the Lisa Marr song "In California" would have sounded like if she was brought up in Scotland) In Caledonia, I'm dealing blow In all the places we used to go Just a phone call away I'll send drugs on the way It's my career now Waking to the sound of police alarms I remember your face when a grass dropped me in it Said you were finished with me, your heart wasn't in it Then you walked right away Now there's nothing to say As my life slips by, disconnected In the land where the sun never shines Living alone, junkies are laughing at me Just a fool peddling misery For people who shiver endlessly Another overdose in the high rise The Grim Reaper he smiles and smiles In the same old town he's bled dry One more junkie one more time Always someone left to die Take a walk on up the brae Try to wash the pain away They tell me Scotland's beautiful in its pain