Dead End

Dead. end. bender. Dead. end. bender. Things are getting better but they're always getting worse Two steps forward with a needle in a purse Suicide a secret she would never deny If deaths in the way of getting high You're loaded to the hilt Dead end bender no agenda High heel stilts Dead end bender no agenda Fallin' down the stairs Dead end bender no agenda Trippin' over pills Dead end bender no agenda If you always do what you've always done You always get what you always got If it gets too hard, you just wanna stop You take too much and you're starting to drop Over and over again The scene's all fucked with your dead end friends My head is on the mend I say goodbye, then I see you again When will it stop When will you go I'm done with the smack and the booze and the blow Shits hit the fan I start to see Your old world don't involve me