More Dead Than Alive

(album: More Songs Of Pain - 1983)

He played the game but he failed the test
But he remembers the way of her hair and the shape of her breast
He'll tell the world about it now in a traveling show
Like some kind of circus
Like some kind of circus
Like a monkey in a zoo

More dead than alive

Total abandon that far away look
Where nothing seems to matter and nothing seems to cook
But you know her, you love her; you gotta live without her
He said I can't live without her
She said too bad about that and left with the undertaker
Now he just sits at the piano
Singing I'll never grow up
I'll never grow up

More dead than alive

He said what a babe
You oughta see her
I got a picture
And he whipped out his wallet
He got a pathetic collage photo of himself in a fashion mall
Really sad really sad

More dead than alive

Well I climbed up a mountain and I dug myself a grave
Don't you ever get tired telling me to behave
And the wild wind well it's my slave
Takes me wherever I'd wanna go
But it always blows me back again
Well the wild wind it's my friend
It always blows me back again
It was if my skull was bare
And naked without a thought to share
Till blew one night this wild wind
And knocked me back alive again
And if I told you this was for real
That I had been living against my will
Would you laugh and laugh and say
He's not being real that way

More dead than alive

Pulled up a coffin and I stepped in
I turned on the radio and the record on the radio kept skippin, skippin
I said I pulled up a coffin
I pulled up a coffin
I pulled up a coffin
I walked up to this psychological man
I said I got this problem about this coffin
He said here's some cough drops
I said please don't make such dumb jokes
This is art or is it art or is it smart
Or is it just my heart

More dead than alive

Little girl when all my tears have dried
Little girl when everything was going great
Time to call up the in-crowd
Undead white zombie

More dead than alive

Well he played that game but he failed the test
Be he remembers he remembers the way of her hair and the shape of her breast
And he'll tell the world about it now in a traveling show
Like some kind of circus
Like some kind of circus
Like some kind of circus

More dead than alive