Roid Boys

Swinging moods like a gieger counter
Popping pills so the music's better
Grease the up/ rub them down
Make them/ break them/ feed them to the hounds

Your music's shit
Your drugs are shit
Your music's shit
Your drugs are shit
Your music's shit
Your drugs are shit
Your music's shit
Your drugs are

Sweat dripping from your brow
Muscles tense with no release
Bright lights and your vision's blurry
You'd like another round please

Your music's shit
Your drugs are shit
Your music's shit
Your drugs are shit
Your music's shit
Your drugs are shit
Your music's shit
Your drugs are

Your music's shit
Your drugs are shit
Your music's shit
Your drugs are shit
Your music's shit
Your drugs are shit
Your music's shit
Your drugs are



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Writer(s): Bridget Hodder
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