Little Miss S.

Shooting up junk in the bathroom Makin' it with punks on the floor Livin' the scene out of her limosine Little Miss S. in a 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 Heyy yeah. All right 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 Heyy yeah. All right...