Trainspotting - Choose life?

Choose life! Choose a career, a mortgage, a washing machine, a steady job! Nah, mate... forget it all, just tell the world to stop! We’re cooking the skag in a rusty old spoon, Spud’s on the nod, Sick Boy’s over the moon! Diving headfirst into the worst fucking toilet in the land, Looking for opium suppositories with a bare hand! Total shite! Living a life with no light! Choose life? Choose a job? Choose a big fucking telly? Nah, choose the needle, choose the burn in the belly! We dinnae care about your plastic routine, Just give me the junk and a clean syringe machine! Choose life? I chose something else! The withdrawal! Cold turkey wall! The dead bairn is crawling right up on the bedroom ceiling! Its head turns around... what a horrible feeling! Begbie’s gone radge, throwing a pint glass into the crowd, But I’m stealing the cash bag, laughing out loud! No heroes in Leith, just ghosts on the run, The London train’s gone, and the future’s begun. I’m clean! If you ken what I mean... Choose life? Choose a job? Choose a big fucking telly? Nah, choose the needle, choose the burn in the belly! We dinnae care about your plastic routine, Just give me the junk and a clean syringe machine! Choose life? I chose something else! I’m gonna be just like you... The straight and narrow... Choose life.