Think about the absurdity of a heroin party.
What games would you play?
What the fuck would you talk about?!
"I'm high, drooling, and I want to puke"
"HuhMe too"
PARTYIN' NOW!
This girl used to write poetry and shoot dope.
She went to a party and took a big dose of smack
(This was a heroin party after all)
She passed out
Her fellow "partiers" dragged her into the corner and kept partying on and on until the break of dawn.
They thought she was asleep.
She'd been dead for hours
The dealer didn't want to call 911; who needs trouble?!
Some party
She once told me that she wasn't the kind who liked to fight; she'd rather take the abuse.
It's all she knew
Her death makes me hate cowards.
You have no fuckin' style
You talk so much shit, and you're nothin' but slobs
Desperate lemmings dashing off the edge for everything.
What games would you play?
What the fuck would you talk about?!
"I'm high, drooling, and I want to puke"
"HuhMe too"
PARTYIN' NOW!
This girl used to write poetry and shoot dope.
She went to a party and took a big dose of smack
(This was a heroin party after all)
She passed out
Her fellow "partiers" dragged her into the corner and kept partying on and on until the break of dawn.
They thought she was asleep.
She'd been dead for hours
The dealer didn't want to call 911; who needs trouble?!
Some party
She once told me that she wasn't the kind who liked to fight; she'd rather take the abuse.
It's all she knew
Her death makes me hate cowards.
You have no fuckin' style
You talk so much shit, and you're nothin' but slobs
Desperate lemmings dashing off the edge for everything.