Lost Generation



A boy lays in the gutter
A needle by his side
A life so short a last resort
He even lost his pride




He lived without a future
Then died without a life
He will never know the happiness
Of children and a wife

They say it will not harm you
They say you will feel know pain
For they know once you try it
That your will be back again

For a pusher makes a million
He makes it out of sorrow
Another trip another hit
Another death tomorrow

 

John Frankie Connor
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