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You wake up in the morning

and get out of bed

Not remembering the night before

with an aching in your head

You were snorting white lines

before all went blank

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 life on your knees?

[chorus]

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 are looking very weak

Your throat is parched

Your stomach in pain

With no place to go

and not a penny to your name

Was it really worth it?

That needle you shared?

Could it be infected?

Or don't you really care?

[chorus]

You're the walking dead

Another lost soul

Another statistic, yet another toll

You're coming to an end

searching for that high

No one cares as another junkie dies