Revolver-Scarlet

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