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 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 your 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 lookin 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?         (Repeat 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 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