The delivery you thought would be heaven sent,
was only holding 9%, and you just wasted half your rent.

Now there's a place where it started off as 100%
made by people who can't pay their rent...
Then they send it over seas.

Now it's 80%. It's melted into pipes and boats,
shirts and paints and shoes and coats,
and maybe even frozen peas.

And then it's packed on a plane,
and sent off down to north west Spain.
You can maybe just about call it cocaine,
but there's still a long way to go,
such a long way to go...

The Spanish boys they pack it all up into cuddly toys,
it's picked up on the shore by a man called Roy,
now there's not such a way to go.

Now Roy's in his home, crushing it all down with paracetamol,
cockroach killer, speed and cocodomol...
and any other shit that he finds at home.

Then he phones up my man,
and asks him to meet me in his brand new van,
somewhere on the boarders of Lewisham,
and now it's getting near.

But it's not over yet,
it's still gotta come down another 50%
my man's got to make it worth the money he spent,
plus the hassle and the fear.

Now I'm making the call,
the powder's hoovered up in no time at all.
I'm hungry and I'm sleepy and I don't know why,
I wake up in the morning and I want to die...
maybe it's the nine percent