we are the morbid and the abstract

we are the breeding mammals with bad backs

our messiah on the cover of magazines has a black lung an i.v. of nicotine

a.m. rendezvous

with strung out ambulance driver's caffeine blues

feeling the needles the medics used

to stab their veins with double doses by the twos

this is the life of the living dead

this is the revolver blowing off my head

these are the sedatives that keep me fed

all the lies and piss

has it come down to this

a junkie's tract mark makeshift remiss

this is the life of the living dead

this is the revolver blowing of my head