Up The Coast

 You oughta cut it out
You never know who cuts it up
Blame the borders but
it comes through the ports in floods
Then all up the coast
Like you, for profit slowly reduced
With every hand it passes through.

He can't take the weight
He just breaks
If it's not "hey, I'm saved"
It's a binge and dead veins.
If it's not "hey I'm saved"
He can't take the weight.
It's a binge and dead

You oughta look it up.
Rats, alone, choose drugs.
Drugs until they shrivel up
Yet surrounded in love
And it's just for fun
Their isolation makes them.
Isolation, and a few grains in the blood.

He can't take the weight
He just breaks
If it's not "hey, I'm saved"
It's a binge and dead veins.
If it's not "hey I'm saved",
He can't take the weight.
It's a binge and dead.

Just a few grains in the blood,
That's enough