GBH
dead on arrival
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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.
- Album:
- Perfume And Piss
- Midnight Madness & Beyond
- Miscellaneous
- A Fridge Too Far
- Catch 23 EP
- Leather Bristles No Survivors & Sick Boys
- No Need To Panic
- Ha Ha
- Wot A Bargain EP
- Give Me Fire (Live)
- Punk Revolution, Vol.3 (Live)
- Punk Society, Vol.1 (Live)
- Punk as Fuck
- Cruel & Unusual
- Race Against Time - The Complete Clay Recordings
- God Save This Box!
- Aceh Revolution
- The Punk Rock Hits
- Dead on Arrival: A Punk Rock Anthology
- Total Rundgång, Volume 1