We built this city (on drugs and dole)

The rich get rich and the poor get deader
So hand your dole to the local dealer
You’re the nu-wave, slaves of Bristol
The servile zombies, of this fucking shit hole

You know they built this city
They built this city on drugs and dole

It’s too late for us; we just get the back lash
So open the gates, and let in the hard stash
It starts the weekend, but ends in a life style
And leaves you behind, all fucked up and senile

You know they built this city
They built this city on drugs and dole

The roads get slower, as my heart beats faster
I some times wish I was a laid back Rasta
Just smoking herb, on life’s hard shoulder
Going nowhere fast, just getting older
And
Waiting for the day, that I go 6ft under

Because we keep this city
We keep this city on drugs and dole

©Wednesday, 19 August 2009