You wake up in the morning and get out of bed Not remembering the night before with an aching in your head You were snorting white lines before all went blank You've been up for days high on your crank When I look at you I see you're trapped in a maze Living in another world living in a haze Just a waste of flesh wracked with disease Will you get back to your feet or spend life on your knees? [chorus] Your arms are filled with tracks Boy, you're better off dead It's time for you to face the fact Boy, you're better off dead You'd sell your mother for a fix Boy, you're better off dead The grave beckons for the sick Boy, you're better off dead It's just another day of another month This time you wake up in the street Your sweat is cold, your skin is pale You are looking very weak Your throat is parched Your stomach in pain With no place to go and not a penny to your name Was it really worth it? That needle you shared? Could it be infected? Or don't you really care? [chorus] You're the walking dead Another lost soul Another statistic, yet another toll You're coming to an end searching for that high No one cares as another junkie diesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
