Drug dealers have guns dude!
I took the liberty to re-write this song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3j2NYZ8FKs&feature=kp
Sometimes you’re better off dead
There’s gun in your hand and it’s pointing at your head
You think you’re mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a POT Shop town
Call the police, there’s a madman around
Running down underground to a dive bar
In a POT Shop town
In a POT Shop town, a dead end world
The POT Shop boys and POT Shop girls
In a POT Shop town, a dead end world
The POT Shop boys and POT Shop girls
POT Shop girls
Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have you got?
Have you got it, do you get it, if so, how often?
And which do you choose, a hard or soft option?
(How much do you need?)
In a POT Shop town, a dead end world
The POT Shop boys and POT Shop girls
In a POT Shop town, a dead end world
The POT Shop boys and POT Shop girls
POT Shop girls
POT Shop girls
(How much do you need?)
In a POT Shop town, a dead end world
The POT Shop boys and POT Shop girls
Oooh POT Shop town, a dead end world
POT Shop boys, POT Shop Girls
POT Shop girls
You’ve got a heart of glass or a heart of stone
Just you wait ‘til I get you home
We’ve got no future, we’ve got no past
Here today, built to last
In every city, in every nation
From Lake Geneva to the Finland station
(How far have you been?)
In a POT Shop town, a dead end world
The POT Shop boys and POT Shop girls
A POT Shop town, a dead end world
POT Shop Boys, POT Shop girls
POT Shop girls
POT Shop girls
POT Shop girls
(How far have you been?)
Girls
POT Shop boys
And POT Shop girls
And POT Shop girls
(... forever)
And POT Shop girls
(How far have you been?)
POT Shop boys
The POT Shop girls
The POT Shop boys
And POT Shop girls
The POT Shop girls
The POT Shop boys
The POT Shop girls