Dave Three

Cocaine is our lady, we accept her burnt cheer, it brings us the cradle, turns a city to stone, down avenues so clear, we wear different bones, love is our trade, we handle it without fear, like fried halloumi these days, long journey's to the coast, nothing’s too dear, what we crave most, pick up the shame, we just need the gear, for all of our forays, never willed or on show, no need for tears, face nightmares unknown, anyone who says, there’s no need for tears, I’ll show them what’s rage, in these turbulent years.