Rachel Whitear, Leah Betts, Ana Wood.
Too many young lives wasted.
lyrics
Starts with just a cancer stick,
Feeling giddy, feeling sick,
Then what you strive to do all day,
Smelling like an ashtray,
And turn a muddy shade of brown
Smoking's fine; it's cool to smoke,
It's OK, just one small toke,
Here's my mate, he's an alright bloke,
So how about a line of coke?
Helping hands to guide you..
On the winding spiral down..
Who said drugs don't do no harm?
Must be from the funny farm,
Such a tiny price to pay,
But the cost goes on and on and on,
Seems they played a nasty trick?
Did you want terror or a kick?
It's only when your brain's been stewed,
That you find that you've been screwed,
Helping hands to guide you..
On the winding spiral down.
It's OK, I'm not like him;
Feed my habit, be a crim'
Sit back and watch the habit grow,
Your decline is sure and slow,
On the winding spiral down....
If you want to hang you'll need more rope,
Do it big in cinema scope!
Just quit now while there's still hope,
'Cause there's plenty more of that slippery slope..
Helping hands to guide you..
On the winding spiral down
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