Little Miss S.

Shooting up junk in the bathroom
 Makin' it with punks on the floor
 Livin' the scene out of her limosine
 Little Miss S. in a mini dress
 Living it up to die
 In a blink of the public eye
 Day-glo paint on an electric chair
 Electric dye in her lover's hair
 A pretty sight in the middle of the night
 Made up for everyone to see
 Swingin' on the branch of a broken family tree
 You got a lot of livin' to do without
 You got a lot of livin' to do without
 You got a lot of livin' to do without life
 The village idiots in her bed
 Never cared that her eyes were red
 Never cared that her brain was dead
 In the hours that her face was alive
 It was a thing just to be by her side
 You got a lot of livin' to do without
 You got a lot of livin' to do without
 You got a lot of livin' to do without life
 Heyy yeah. All right
 You got a lot of livin' to do without
 You got a lot of livin' to do without
 You got a lot of livin' to do without life
 You got a lot of livin' to do without
 You got a lot of livin' to do without
 You got a lot of livin' to do without life
 Heyy yeah. All right...