The Living Dead

Where's all the money gone?
I'm talking to you!
All up the hole in your arm, is the needle
A much better screw?
But, oh, what will you do alone?
'Cause I have to go

Where is this life of fun
That you promised me?
Nothing here works but your works, and I mean it
I have to leave
But, oh, what will you do alone?
'Cause I have to go

If I was the wife of an acrobat
I look like the living dead, boy?
You're on the wire and can't get back
Let's talk about the living dead!
Could have had a car
Could have had it all
Could have walked in the sky, but
We stare at the wall

I know where the money's gone
I know what you do
'Cause I've seen the hole in your arm and the needle's
A much better screw

But, oh, what will you do alone?
'Cause I have to go