Get away from the window
  The D.S. are outside
  The little packets in our pockets
  Stuff we gotta hide
  Sitting in a corner of a disco
  Mouth stuck in a bag
  It's hard to fake the high intake
  It turns your brain real bad
  Crush a barb put it in a syringe
  Stick it in your arm
  Let the feeling crawl to your head
  It won't do you no harm
  Sniffing sulfate up my nose
  Doing it for a joke
  It makes the world spin so fast
  Things go better with coke