I'm currently re-reading List Of The Lost and this part caught my eye. There are some similarities to the lyrics of Bobby, Don't You Think They Know?
"Another night passed at Ledger’s Bar as a small, ageless figure ripe from the underground spoke cautiously to Harri. 'I’ve got what you want,' it said.
'You … what?' asked Harri, looking down from his barstool.
'Horse, snow, white sugar, brown sugar, aitch, Mexican mud, Chinese red … black Russian, blond Lebanese …' The little mud puppy squirreled on. There came a thoughtful pause as Harri examined this running dog, a twirl of a scag-trade pharmacy. 'But do you have enough?' asked Harri..."