Drink and drugs,

Drink and drugs,

Insects and bugs,

What a mad life,

As we become thugs.

Tents and squats,

Caravans and yachts,

Selling of everything,

That we once bought.

Madness and pain,

Needles in veins,

This is street life,

So simple and plain.

All night and day,

We live this way,

But can we stop,

Well maybe someday.

By Dr Geebers