Bound For Glory - Better Off Dead Lyrics
You wake up in the morning, and get up out of bedNot remembering the night before, with an aching in your headYou were snorting white lines before all went blankYou've been up for days, high on your crankWhen I look at you, I see you're trapped in a mazeLiving in another world, living in a hazeJust a waste of flesh, wracked with diseaseWill you get back to your feet, or spend your life on your knees?Chorus:Your arms are filled with tracks, boy, you're better off deadIt's time for you to face the fact, boy, you're better off deadYou'd sell your mother for a fix, boy, you're better off deadThe grave beckons for the sick, boy, you're better off deadIt's just another day of another monthThis time you wake up in the streetYour sweat is cold, your skin is paleYou are lookin very weakYour throat is parched, your stomach in painWith no place to go, and not a penny to your nameWas it really worth it? That needle you shared?Could it be infected? Or don't you really care?(Repeat Chorus)You're the walking dead, another lost soulAnother statistic, yet another tollYou're coming to an end, searching for that highNo one cares as another junky diesGame over, it's time for you to dieGame over, no one will hear your criesGame over, you thought you had it allBut now you know you're better off dead, it's time for you to fall
