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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. Aus Songtexte Mania