The Drugs Not Working

I was shooting in the back of the car
When the windows smashed on the police cars
I was swimming through the streets of New York
With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut

And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making me high

She was an hooker at the age of sixteen
All she wanted was the money, she didn't need an I.D.
She was a junkie, and I know it's cliche
But then so was her life, I mean, she lived in L.A.

And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high

And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high

And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry

Riot in my skull, demons are coming
Los Angeles is dead, these drugs ain't working
Painted it all black, the chains are jerking
Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working

Riot in my skull, demons are coming
Los Angeles is dead, drugs ain't working
Los Angeles is dead, drugs ain't working
Los Angeles is dead, drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working, Los Angeles is dead
The drugs ain't working, working, working, working, working, working

Riot in my skull, demons are coming
L.A. dead, drugs ain't working
Painted it all black, chains are jerking
L.A. is dead, drugs ain't working
L.A. dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. dead, drugs ain't working

Drugs ain't working
Drugs ain't working
Drugs ain't working