Better Off Dead

There's a man on the roadside Standing on a picket line Stomping on the pavement Screaming 'bout the government A boy from the East Side Dreams about the big time Working for a paycheck Reading Jack Kerouac And it's hard when you're an angel in this city When you're out on the front line trying to stay alive But maybe we'd be better off dead A girl in a red dress She's got long hair that's a mess She was 18 and naive Now she's got a kid to feed And she wants to find a knew way But the color of her dress starts to feel like gray And she fades away And it's hard when you're an angel in this city When you're out on the front line trying to stay alive But maybe we'd be better off dead Sometimes I feel like I'm on a carousel And I feel like hell It goes on and on and round and round And sometimes I feel alone