You wake up in the morning, and get up out of bed
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Not remembering the night before, with an aching in your head
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You were snorting white lines before all went blank
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You've been up for days, high on your crank
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When I look at you, I see you're trapped in a maze
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Living in another world, living in a haze
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Just a waste of flesh, wracked with disease
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Will you get back to your feet, or spend your life on your knees?
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Chorus:
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Your arms are filled with tracks, boy, you're better off dead
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It's time for you to face the fact, boy, you're better off dead
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You'd sell your mother for a fix, boy, you're better off dead
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The grave beckons for the sick, boy, you're better off dead
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It's just another day of another month
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This time you wake up in the street
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Your sweat is cold, your skin is pale
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You are lookin very weak
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Your throat is parched, your stomach in pain
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With no place to go, and not a penny to your name
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Was it really worth it? That needle you shared?
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Could it be infected? Or don't you really care?
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(Repeat Chorus)
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You're the walking dead, another lost soul
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Another statistic, yet another toll
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You're coming to an end, searching for that high
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No one cares as another junky dies
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Game over, it's time for you to die
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Game over, no one will hear your cries
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Game over, you thought you had it all
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But now you know you're better off dead, it's time for you to fall
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Better Off Dead
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| Bound For Glory |
