Drug Song (feat. Т. Пит & Ступ) [Live]

Now every morning at seven o'clock I get out of my bed and I step on the rock And the Chinese boss comes and says, "Keep still" "Roll up your sleeve and give me that drill" Now you shoot up junk, and what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt! No one got no fun Under this sun got no fun No one got no fun Under this sun got no fun I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine I picked up my syringe and I walked to the line If you see me coming, better step aside A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died! No one got, no fun Under this sun got no fun No one got, no fun Under this sun got no fun It's a mighty hard road that my hands have hoed My poor brain has traveled one polished barbiturate road But I've been through this a hundred times before Could someone tell me what I'm doing this for? Could someone tell me what I'm doing this for? No one got no fun, no fun Under this sun got no fun No one got no fun, no fun None of you got no fun No one, no fun No one, no fun No fun No fun No fun No fun