No pet names for heroin, based off Beetlebum by Blur
Beetlebum, what you done
Chasing a high on the run
Red spots adorn your skin like stars,
They burn out, arms, toes, and neck
Just from various black tars.
Horse crashes into those below,
There is no carriage, no smooth flow.
Money always runs tight, fear is high
The lungs, liver, and kidneys damaged
No matter, the goal is still to fly
China white, but nothing ceramic
Never inside, is there plastic?
No serotonin, synapses all fried
Stick the needle in, don't whine
Hope you feel the need to hide
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