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Way of Death Lyrics

Why do you do it - it ain't that cool, the misuse of drugs it's just for fools. They say nothing ventured - nothing gained, but if you try drugs it will always end in pain.

Pusher you've made your bread - no guilty conscience for the dead! Junkie change your ways - or you'll be counting your final days!
Just trying out that's all it will be, well I'm sorry mister I just don't agree. Once you get involved in that filthy trap, that'll be your lot there'll be no turning back.

Pusher you've made your bread - no guilty conscience for the dead! Junkie change your ways - or you'll be counting your final days!
Acid and c**e - it's all the same, you're just the p***s in the Barons game. He's making a fortune from the week few, once you've fallen in there's nothing you can do.

Pusher you've made your bread - no guilty conscience for the dead! Junkie change your ways - or you'll be counting your final days!

Addiction sets in then you're too late, pathetic useless wreck your life's a state. Drugs may be in fashion then what's left, it ain't a way of life it's a way of death.

Pusher you've made your bread - no guilty conscience for the dead! Junkie change your ways - or you'll be counting your final days!

Pusher you've made your bread - no guilty conscience for the dead! Junkie change your ways - or you'll be counting your final days! Pusher you've made your bread - no guilty conscience for the dead! Junkie change your ways - or you'll be counting your final days!
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