Shooting up junk in the bathroom
Makin' it with punks on the floor
livin' the scene out of her limousine
Little Miss S. in a mini dress
living it up to die
in a blink of the public eye
Day-glo paint on an electric chair
electric dye in her lover's hair
a pretty sight in the middle of the night
made up for everyone to see
swingin' on the branch of a broken family tree
You got a lot of livin' to do without life
The village idiots in her bed
never cared that her eyes were red
never cared that her brain was dead
in the hours that her face was alive
it was the thing just to be by her side
You got a lot of living to do without life
Okay -- Alright
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