More Dead Than Alive

He played the game

But he failed the test

But he remembers the wave of her hair

And the shape of her breast

And he'll tell the world about it now

In a traveling show

Like some kinda circus

Like some kinda circus

Like a monkey in a zoo

More dead than alive

Total abandonment

That faraway look

Where nothing seems to matter

And nothing seems to cook

But you know her, you love her

You gotta live without her

He said, "I can't live without her!"

She said "Too bad about that,"

And left with the undertaker

Now he just sits at the piano

Singing "I'll never grow up, I'll never grow up!"

More dead than alive

He said "What a babe

You wanna see her?

I got a picture,"

And he whipped out his wallet, he had a pathetic collaged photo of himself with a fashion model

Really sad

Really sad

More dead than alive

Well, I climbed up a mountain

And I dug myself a grave

Don't you ever get tired

Of telling me to behave?

And the wild wind, well it's my slave

It takes me wherever I want to go

But it always blows me back again

Well, the wild wind it's my friend

It always blows me back again

It was as if my skull was bare

And naked, without a thought to share

'till it blew one night, this wild wind

And knocked me back alive again

And if I told you this was for real

That I'd been living against my will

Would you laugh and laughing, say:

He's not being real that way

More dead than alive

Pulled up a coffin

And I stepped in

And turned on the radio

And the record on the radio kept skipping, skipping

So I pulled up a coffin

Pulled up a coffin

Pulled up a coffin

I walked up to this psychological man

I said "I've got this problem about this coffin,"

He said "Here's some cough drops,"

I said, "Please don't make such dumb jokes

This is art!"

Or is it art?

Or is it smart?

Or is it just my heart?

More dead than alive

Little girl, where all my tears have dried

Little girl, when everything was going great

Time to call out the in-crowd

Undead white zombies

More dead than alive

Well, he played that game

But he failed the test

But he remember, he remembers

The wave of her hair

And the shape of her breast

And he'll tell the world about it now

In a traveling show

Like some kind of circus

Like some kind of circus

Like some kind of circus

Like some kind of circus

More dead than alive