lyrics verse 1
people used to see peter, walking around the way,
with a fag box and a bops, walking round all day,
stoned out his brain, smoked out with those louts ...
from down the lane.his lifes going nowhere..
but down the drain, nights out in rain,
cans-he hammered em, violent assaults lead to anger management,
but none of that mattered cuz, inside of his brain..
his cries of pain were a constant reminder ...
of his times of shame, he got left and stressed,
people left him vexed cuz they took wat they could ...
and they left him less,so he was left depressed,
frequents the sesh,too many buds his chest feels tight...
but he just cant cough it up,he tried to find..
the answer in his bottle bottom but,
when he tipped the bottle up...he got...
confronted by all of the dumb shit...
that he'd gone and done, all the people ...
who had crossed him and made...him what he become,

verse 2
for chris it all started with a half of sniff,
chris was half pissed, with his pal, his pal said..
"do you want half of this" chris didnt even stop to think,
he didnt even start to blink, before he even noticed it...
his pal pulled out a card and halved it quick,
then he passed the case said "hold it up"
pulled out a note and rolled up,
chris sniffed a line of coke uncut...
he loved the buzz so much - he sat back...
totally fucked and just soaked it up,
it seems to me- his conscience went 2 sleep...
and still aint woken up, so dont ask me how hes holding up,
hes totally enveloped in, the habit hes developing,
hes destined for an overdose, a battle he can never win,
the bad news is that-that is probably the best for him,
and not the path ahead of him,people and...
his next of kin expecting soon to bury him,
but chris dont care because sniff is too high...
he only just woke up and just sniffed two lines..
now hes sitting in his window watching people go by..