Shooting up junk in the bathroom

Makin' it with punks on the floor

livin' the scene out of her limousine

Little Miss S. in a mini dress

living it up to die

in a blink of the public eye



Day-glo paint on an electric chair

electric dye in her lover's hair

a pretty sight in the middle of the night

made up for everyone to see

swingin' on the branch of a broken family tree



You got a lot of livin' to do without life



The village idiots in her bed

never cared that her eyes were red

never cared that her brain was dead

in the hours that her face was alive

it was the thing just to be by her side



You got a lot of living to do without life



Okay -- Alright