Wiser Time - Better Off Dead
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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