This Is War

You'll always want that little bit more
Penny pinching from the secret knicker top draw
An eighth or a gram to settle an old score
Dealer lends you a syringe he found on a mutual friends floor
He weighs up his prospects of those who remain poor
He ticks you a trendy drug that you've never seen before
Your kids find and consume the "sweeties" and are now addicted for sure
Ambulance driver is lost on your estate and the police bang down the wrong dealers door
As you rush out in a paranoid panic he looks you in the eye and says: "This is war"