Pins and Needles: Music
Better Off Dead
(Pins and Needles)
Better Off Dead
Comfortable with you
In mutual hate
Ugliness convulsing
Sucking drugs into your face
In times like these I fiend
In times like these it seems
We’d be better off dead
Stack up plastic bibles
To hide away my faults
But every man’s a sinner
Each to bear his cross
In times like these I bleed
In times like these it seems
We’d be better off dead
Spend another day
Looking at the ceiling
Babies cry in filth
I sink into that feeling
In times like these it seems
In times like these I dream
We’d be better off dead