Drugs Are For Mugs

By Cyril Turke

Drugs are for mugs
That’s the plain simple truth
If you don’t believe me
I’ll show you the proof

My arms are all scarred
From the needles I’ve used
The veins have collapsed
After being abused

I’ve jacked up on heroin
Snorted cocaine
Dropped uppers and downers
And scrambled my brain

I copied the rock stars
And thought I was cool
But now I know better
I’ve been such a fool

Elvis, Jim Morrison
Hendrix and Moon
Joplin and Jackson
All gone too soon

I’ve cleaned up my act now
And given up drugs
And one thing I’ve learned
Is that drugs are for mugs.

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