Shooting up junk in the bathroom Makin' it with punks on the floor Livin' the scene out of her Limousine 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 You got a lot of livin' to do without 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 You got a lot of livin' to do without You got a lot of livin' to do without life Hey, alright
You got a lot of livin' to do without You got a lot of livin' to do without You got a lot of livin' to do without life
You got a lot of livin' to do without You got a lot of livin' to do without You got a lot of livin' to do without life Hey, alright, okay, alright, okay, okay It's alright