The Drugs Not Working

I was shootin' in the back of the car when the window smashed on the police cars

I was swimmin' through the streets of New York with my cocaine dagger and throat sacca

And it was makin' her cry

It was makin' her cry

And it was makin' her cry

But it was makin' me high

She was a hooker at the age of 16

All she wanted was the money, she didn't need an ID

She was a junkie and I know it's cliche

But then so was her life, I mean she lived in LA

But it was makin' her cry

And it was makin' her cry

And it was makin' her cry

And it was makin' her high

And it was makin' her cry

And it was makin' her cry

And it was makin' her cry

And it was makin' her cry

And it was makin' her cry

And it was makin' her cry

Riot in my skull, the demons are comin'

Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't workin'

Paint it all in black, and change the jerkin'

Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't workin'

Riot in my skull, the demons are comin'

Los Angeles is dead, it was makin' her cry

Riot in my skull, the drugs ain't workin'

Los Angeles is dead, Los Angeles is dead

Los Angeles is dead!

Los Angeles is dead!

Los Angeles is dead!

Los Angeles is dead!

Los Angeles is dead!

It was making her high

It was making her cry