Letras
Anyway, this is what's called "Dope Head"
Good one, good one anyway
Addiction is a bitch
Addiction is for the rich, yeah
The foolish take the risk
While the brave live for today
On a nick, anytime, anywhere
The phone rings, the time ticks
Got the lads getting quids in double quick, yeah
The need is greater than the risk
Got the lads turning into money mitts
Man, I hope they're prepared
The dope head, the dope head
How is she coping?
The streets are so cold
The dopе head, the dope head
This is not how she rollеd
The streets are so cold
Hey, take your time, take your pick
We got it all, dark and light
All the tricks, it's all there, yeah
Candy shop trip
Now she's all alone on a candy shop trip
Going away, yeah, yeah, yeah
He's on the lick, so much, so much items to shift
The rumour is that he bankrupt, that he bankrupt
W.H., W.H. Smith
Widowed with five kids
Widowed, widowed with five, five kids
Every night, she blows him all her kisses
The dope head, the dope head
How is she coping?
The streets are so cold
The dope head, the dope head
What is she smoking?
The streets are so cold
The past, so short lived
Her love is a bloody tempest
Her love is a bloody death wish
No more veins up in her left wrist
She'll stab it, nevertheless
Needs a break from her demons and stress
Phone rings and it rings up again
Three for fifty is what she purchased, oh
The dope head, the dope head
How is she coping?
The streets are so cold
The dope head, the dope head
What is she smoking?
The streets are so cold
Yeah
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Alright, um, thank you
It's fucking steaming in here, I know that