Choose life Choose a job Choose a career Choose a family
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines,
cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments Choose a starter
home Choose your friends
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing,
spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth
Choose rotting away at the end of it all,
pishing your last in a miserable home,
nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself
Choose your future Choose life
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else And the reasons? There are no reasons
Who needs reasons when you've got Heroin?