Paki Brown, you’re a harmless-looking powder
But you do more damage than a ton of gunpowder
Just one gram is such a heavy load
You blow off my head every time you explode;
Paki Brown, you really turn me on
You’re such a joyous poison
I’m trapped in the instant you set me free
Paki Brown, you’ll be the death of me.
 
Paki Brown, you’re making the big guns filthy rich
But you’re killing me slowly inch by inch
Once I chased your dragon with every breath
Now your dragon is chasing me to a slow death;
Paki Brown, you’re distributed by pillars of society
They’re getting fat off my painful ecstasy
You’re the only one who can orgasm my whole body
Beautiful poison, you’ll be the death of me.
 
Paki Brown, you’re a High Priest spreading the habit
Your burning sermon says our lives are empty without it
We take a daily trip to your temple of doom
A one-way journey that will be over soon;
Paki Brown, without you I’ve got the world on my shoulders
With you and without you it’s pure bloody murder
Paki Brown, you never fail to make me feel carefree
Sweet, sweet poison, you’ll be the death of me.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.