Gbh - Dead On Arrival 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 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