| What you gonna do | |
| Time's caught up with you | |
| Now you wait your turn | |
| You know there's no return | |
| Change your empty rules | |
| You join the other fools | |
| Turn to something new | |
| Now it's killing you | |
| First it was the bomb, Vietnam napalm | |
| Disillusioning, you push the needle in | |
| From life you escape, reality's black drape | |
| Colours in your mind satisfy your time | |
| Oh you, you know you must be blind | |
| To do something like this | |
| To take the sweet that you don't know | |
| You're giving Death a kiss | |
| Poor little fool now | |
| Your mind is full of pleasure | |
| Your body's looking ill | |
| To you it's shallow leisure | |
| So drop the acid pill | |
| Don't stop to think now | |
| You're having a good time baby | |
| But that won't last | |
| Your mind's all full of things | |
| You're living too fast | |
| Go out, enjoy yourself | |
| Don't bottle it in | |
| You need someone to help you | |
| Push the needle in, yeah | |
| Now you know the scene | |
| Your skin starts turning green | |
| Eyes no longer see life's reality | |
| You push the needle in | |
| Face death's sickly grin | |
| Holes are in your skin | |
| Caused by deadly pin | |
| Head starts spinning 'round | |
| You fall down to the ground | |
| Feel your body heave | |
| Death's hand starts to weave | |
| It's too late to turn | |
| You know you want to learn | |
| Price of life is high | |
| Now you're gonna die |