Andy Sells Coke

Andy sells coke at the weekend
As a means to fund getting his own
He sells weekend-class junkies their needs when
They just don't know how to go home
And what kind of life has he got?
Maybe none soon if he doesn't stop being something he's not

Our friendly host called him up to the party
On some level he thinks they are friends
At 11 o'clock in the morning
It's the party that might never end
He's just not lookin after himself
He'll be dead in 5 years if he doesn't change somethin

What kinda void does this thing fill?
What kind of pain do they need it to kill?
The powder-fired freight train
A one-way express through the hill

How did I end up still at this party?
I'm the fool who passed out in the chair
Just came up to the smoke for the weekend
Got a wife and a baby down there
I wake up to these three fuckin ghosts
Fumbling round 'for a 5' in my coat
More fool I to be thinkin
That I could still drink
Like I did twenty years ago
Flirtin with my ego
The only trip I need's a one-way express outta here...
I'm too old in the tooth to be round this shit!