That feeling when you finally get around looking up what a
rather nice song was about and are enlightened to the fact that "cocaine" is the answer.
Had figured a while back it was
something about drugs, but... still. Yet another part of the playlist confirmed as something I probably should turn the sound down for when driving through school zones.
E: Though in retrospect, it's at least more subtle than the one with the four whores having a conversation about which of them is the loosest. That one got a hell of an expression out of my parent when I played it for 'em. Surprisingly excellent song, hell of a subject :V
E2: Gavin Friday's rendition of Baltimore Whores, if anyone was curious, by the by. Won't link due to content, but it's quite possibly one of the best constructed pieces of music of its type that I've ever heard. The singer's about as close to perfect as I could imagine, the instrumental accompaniment is spot on, the lyrics themselves are disturbingly well put together. A+ material, it's just about gratuitously promiscuous prostitution.