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

Ahh, 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

Ahh, what will you do alone?

Cause I have to go

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

Ahh, what will you do alone?

Cause I have to go