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?
‘Cos 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?
‘Cos 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
‘Cos I’ve seen the hole in your arm
And the needle’s a much better screw

But oh, what will you do alone?
‘Cos I have to go