He's The Drugman

I saw some kids playing in the park. I saw some kids playing before dark. They were just chillin in the sandbox. Throwing sand into each others curly locks. And along he came as cold as ice. This man is not nice. I saw some boys playing some basketball. In came the Drugman stepping tall. He told the boys, "I can help you improve your game." He told the boys, "Just watch my game." With a smirk and a grin. He lead them in. Into a world so cold. A world so cold. I saw a girl standing on the street. No food she has to eat. But yet her body she has sold. While she's laying out in the cold. Every week she waits for the Drugman. Every week he puts them in her hands. He's the Drugman. He'll make you an offer that to refuse. He'll give you something you can't use. He's real bad news. He'll have you crying the blues. He's the Drugman. I see your mother crying in the storm. In the church the people sit, it's so warm. The preacher preaches a sermon so sad. Telling how awful and bad. That drugs can be for you. Telling the others not to do.