Shooting up junk in the bathroom.
Makin' it with punks on the floor.
Livin' the scene out of her limosine.
Little Miss S. in her mini dress - living it up to die in a blink of the public eye.

Day-glo paint on an electric chair.
Electric dye in her lover's hair.
A pretty sight in the middle of the night.
Made up for everyone to see.
Swingin' on the branch of a broken family tree.

You got a lot of livin' to do without... life.

The village idiots in her bed never cared that her eyes were red - never cared that her brain was dead.
In the hours that her face was alive it was a thing just to be by her side.

You got a lot of livin' to do without... life.

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