Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers
Rising from a pit of degradation and despair
Flying out of the rubble like we just don’t care
Realizing that where we were headed up to this point has been nowhere
Energized like a shot in the arm while riding in an electric chair
You're just a recreational doper (Die!)
Recreational doper (Die!)
Recreational doper (Die!)
Just a recreational doper
You're going down, You're going down
You're going down, You're going down
Now’s the time to kick that King Kong monkey off your back
Spend 3 or 4 sleepless weeks throwing around, pissing out of your ass in the sack
Make a futile attempt to kill the pain with some marijuana and a bottle of jack
With that good lord's help it’s conceivable that you could get your life back on track
You're just a recreational doper (Die!)
Just a recreational doper (Die!)
Recreational doper (Die!)
You’re just a recreational doper
You're going down, You're going down
You're going down, You're going down
Well, you should be rising like a Fenix from the ashes of despair and degradation
Grab the wheel, the driver is on a permanent vacation
Punk rock sound is all around to give you a good sensation
To motivate you to write what’s wrong and fix this fucked up situation
You're just a recreational doper (Die!)
Just a recreational doper (Die!)
Recreational doper (Die!)
You’re just a fucking recreational doper
But you're going down, You're going down
You're going down, You're going straight down and out