Story of the Day
Oh, you think that you are tough,
I tell you man you ain't so rough.
Fear of life, no life what's left to remain.
It is your life you'll have to pay,
'Cause crack is your story of the day
Out of the alley's on the midnight streets,
That's where the pushers and the junkies meet.
Buy yourself high, you'll die without a name.
It is your life you'll have to pay,
'Cause crack is your story of the day.
The sands of time were running low,
You didn't care or didn't know.
A final shot, you died without a name.
It was your life you had to pay,
'Cause crack was your story of the day.
Writer/s: Pieter Bas Borger, Gertjan Vis, Romke Boschma, Hans Heider, Rudo Plooy