Dead End

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