Shooting Gallery-Saint Vitus

Last night I went to Hell Of the stench of death The tenement, it smelled The shooting gallerie＇s breath I saw women and men Kill themselves again and again They make their own disease And the end they will not see Yesterday I had a girl To me, she meant all the world Until the needle filled her arm Now she fills me with alarm Tombstone graves fill her eyes She looks at me with mad despise I pitty her destiny Now she＇s only hating me They say that they don＇t care at all The world is f**king sad On that point I agree with them But nothing is that bad Poison disease, eating through their minds They will never see the end of the line I will never understand why they do it to themselves Why they choose a life that so resembles Hell Now I stand in pouring rain At a friend＇s funeral again Tears fill my eyes He lived a tortured life And as I walk away I see another stray It seems so sad to me Stumbling down the street [Repeat chorus]