Half dead,
And a third alive,
A quarter ticking over on the middle by the side of the road,

Don't get surrounded by people you hate,
Choke you out the house down the path and out the garden gate.

Well I'll never, never, not once when we're together,
one gun punks on vogue at the side with the bands
and the vans and the gangs
and the clan with the monkey man high
with a little girl at his side.

What is it that you're doing to me,
I don't know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
there came a truce and tea

Well I'll never, never, not chop those two together,
with wheeling dope just do it on the side.
With the bands and the fans and gangs
and the clan with the monkey man high
with a little girl at his side.

Well I'll never, never, not once when we're together,
waiting on the dole
As he's queuing up inside ...
inside ... graveyard.

Half dead,
And a third alive,
A quarter ticking over on the middle by the side of the road