Revolver Lyrics - Something To Lust About - Scarlet

We are the morbid and the abstract 

We are the breeding mammals with bad backs 

Our messiah on the cover of magazines has a black lung an i.v. of nicotine 

A.m. rendezvous 

With strung out ambulance driver's caffeine blues 

Feeling the needles the medics used 

To stab their veins with double doses by the twos 

This is the life of the living dead 

This is the revolver blowing off my head 

These are the sedatives that keep me fed 

All the lies and piss 

Has it come down to this 

A junkie's tract mark makeshift remiss 

This is the life of the living dead 

This is the revolver blowing of my head