The Drug's Not Working

I was shooting in the back of the car

When the windows smashed on the police cars

I was swimming through the streets of New York

With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut



And it was making her cry

And it was making her cry

And it was making her cry

But it was making me high



She was a hooker at the age of 16

All she wanted was the money

She didn't need an I.D.

She was a junkie and I know its clich