Shooting Gallery

Last night I went to Hell
 The tenement, it smelled
 Of the stench of death
 The shooting gallerie's breath
 I saw women and men
 Kill themselves again and again
 They make their own disease
 And the end they will not see
 Yesterday I had a girl
 To me, she meant all the world
 Until the needle filled her arm
 Now she fills me with alarm
 Tombstone graves fill her eyes
 She looks at me with mad despise
 I pitty her destiny
 Now she's only hating me
 They say that they don't care at all
 The world is fucking sad
 On that point I agree with them
 But nothing is that bad
 Poison disease, eating through their minds
 They will never see the end of the line
 I will never understand why they do it to themselves
 Why they choose a life that so resembles Hell
 Now I stand in pouring rain
 At a friend's funeral again
 Tears fill my eyes
 He lived a tortured life
 And as I walk away
 I see another stray
 Stumbling down the street
 It seems so sad to me
 (Repeat chorus)