I spot this man one day
He'd never had a pride filled time
Being one of the lost generation
He was living on a dime
Itching to commit a crime
Just so he could dine
A friend of mine saw him too
He said that boy's gonna die
Having never made a honest dime
I say hay, that's not fair
We've had our share
Of living life unfair
His reply full of spite
That boy's a Drugi with no life
There's nothing he'd be good for
Not worth a dime in any descent mind
