The Living Dead

Where's all the money gone? I'm talking to you! All up the hole in your arm, is the needle A much better screw? But, oh, what will you do alone? 'Cause I have to go Where is this life of fun That you promised me? Nothing here works but your works, and I mean it I have to leave But, oh, what will you do alone? 'Cause I have to go If I was the wife of an acrobat I look like the living dead, boy? You're on the wire and can't get back Let's talk about the living dead! Could have had a car Could have had it all Could have walked in the sky, but We stare at the wall I know where the money's gone I know what you do 'Cause I've seen the hole in your arm and the needle's A much better screw But, oh, what will you do alone? 'Cause I have to go