(fast forward)
Her-o-in, is in my veins, and in my head
But, a bad batch has, done killed me dead
And all the mean-whi-le
In the loo, there are three croaked, smelly drug users,
And it looks as though they've been there, for a while.
They always keep their needles nice and clean,
They've got clean machines.
(Further apologies to the Beatles for mangling their Penny Lane song.)