Jade’s smashed on alco-pops by mid-day
And her little kid sister Faye’s got a taste
For the stuff now she’s eight
Dave’s selling ten pound wraps to his mates
Dealing gate-way drugs to the blind and the brave
And the Friday brigade
Jumped up marked down we’re falling around like low life
Hung up strung out we’re torching the town like low life
Tom’s got a past he’s still running from
He’s dreaming of kingdom come
Throwing crumbs to the crows and the bums
While Craig leads the black sheep parade
Che Guevera in stolen shades
With his mace and a home-made grenade
Jumped up marked down we’re falling around like low life
Hung up strung out we’re tortured and loud like low life
Like low life
Like no life I know
Like no life I know
Like no life at all
I heard Beth tried digging speed for a bet
It’s funny how quick you forget but I guess
It’s a year more or less
And there’s me caught between the devil and the vitamin c
All the lifestyle magazines and this cheep
Subterranean dream
Jumped up marked down we’re falling around like low life
Hung up strung out we’re torching the town like low life
Jumped up marked down we’re falling around like low life
Hung up strung out we’re tortured and loud like low life