We are the morbid and the abstract
We are the breeding mammals with bad backsOur messiah on the cover of magazines has a black lung an i.v. of nicotine
With strung out ambulance driver's caffeine blues
A.m. rendezvousFeeling the needles the medics usedTo stab their veins with double doses by the twos
This is the life of the living dead
This is the revolver blowing off my headThese are the sedatives that keep me fed
All the lies and pissHas it come down to thisA junkie's tract mark makeshift remiss
This is the life of the living dead
This is the revolver blowing of my head
