Some guys they just give up living, and start dying little by little, piece by piece.

Baby, this town rips the bones from our back it's a death trap, it's a suicide rap. We got to get out while we're young.

When I die throw my body in the back and drive me to the junk yard in my Cadillac.

Your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts, may the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart.