In L.A. Basin, heroin was so passe
We had to find something cheaper
And not so far from West LA

We were all looking for a high different and new
When dope was hard to get
Codeine 4 and Doriden would have to do

On doors and fours, we take our chance
White punks on dope, perfect romance
On doors and fours in '83
When we got loaded taking loads, we'd all OD eventually

Was there a killer or did Jordan Hiller just have a death wish?
His parents didn't need to find their oldest son cold as a fish
When loads were finding the roads to Beverly Hills
Heroin and PCP were a safer bet compared to those six pills

On doors and fours, we never knew
Which one of us was turning blue
Why wasn't anybody scared?
'Cause we were teenagers on loads
So no one really fucking cared

Another good friend's heart explodes
'Cause all the punks are doing loads
But we're all still taking our loads
'Cause all the punks are doing loads
Our arteries and veins corrode
'Cause all the punks are doing loads
Los Angeles' punk scene slowly erodes
'Cause all the punks are doing loads

We lived on violent apathy
This was LA in '83
Straight out of the Hills of Beverly
Old LA punks, they never die from old age 'cause they all OD

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Writer(s): Michael John Burkett