ADVENTURES

On wheels On the road Off our heads City bound Let's go bro Let the adrenalin flow In search of narcotics On Devilment Row Where the good don't go Here dealers compete In a threatening way And if you're not bold You better not stay Young joeys surround you On the carpark But you ignore them And head inside The deals are better in there Amidst the heavy dealers Thirty or forty To pick and choose from What ya sellin'? What ya deals like? Everyone's suspicious And everyone's armed There are people murdered In this part of town And nobody blinks an eye And you know that when You're that close to death You feel so very much alive By Phil Roberts

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