There was a face on a hoarding    That someone had drawn on    And just enough time for the night    To pass by without warning    Away in the distance, there's a blue flashing light    Someone's in trouble somewhere tonight    As the flickering neon stands ready to fuse    The wind blows away all of yesterday's news       Well, they've locked up their daughters    And they've battened the hatches    They always could find us, but they never could catch us    Through the grease streaked windows of an all night cafe    We watched the arrested get taken away    And that cigarette haze has ecology beat    As the whores and the drunks filed in from the street       Cause the steams in the boiler, the coals in the fire    If you ask how I am, then I'll just say inspired    If the thorn of a rose is the thorn in your side    Then you're better off dead if you haven't yet died       (Repeat)       Better off dead, better off dead    Better off dead, better off dead    Better off dead, better off dead    Better off dead, better off dead