Bound For Glory Better off dead Lyrics

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 black.
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?

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 look very weak.
Your throat is parched, your stomach in pain.
With no place to go and not a penny to your name.
Was ist really worth it? That needle you shared?
Could it be infected? Or don't you really care?

You're the walking dead, another lost soul.
Another statistic, yet antoher 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.