You wake up in the morning, and get up out of bed

Not remembering the night before, with an aching in your head

You were snorting white lines before all went blank

You've been up for days, high on your crank

When I look at you, I see you're trapped in a maze

Living in another world, living in a haze

Just a waste of flesh, wracked with disease

Will 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 dead

It's time for you to face the fact, boy, you're better off dead

You'd sell your mother for a fix, boy, you're better off dead

The grave beckons for the sick, boy, you're better off dead





It's just another day of another month

This time you wake up in the street

Your sweat is cold, your skin is pale

You are lookin very weak

Your throat is parched, your stomach in pain

With no place to go, and not a penny to your name

Was 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 soul

Another statistic, yet another toll

You're coming to an end, searching for that high

No one cares as another junky dies





Game over, it's time for you to die

Game over, no one will hear your cries

Game over, you thought you had it all

But now you know you're better off dead, it's time for you to fall