Letra de Dead On Arrival - G.b.h.
Letra de canci�n de Dead On Arrival de G.b.h. lyrics
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,
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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.
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,
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/dead-on-arrival-g-b-h-.php
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.
