Better Off Dead

There's a man on the roadside
 Standing on a picket line
 Stomping on the pavement
 Screaming 'bout the government
 A boy from the East Side
 Dreams about the big time
 Working for a paycheck
 Reading Jack Kerouac
 And it's hard when you're an angel in this city
 When you're out on the front line trying to stay alive
 But maybe we'd be better off dead
 A girl in a red dress
 She's got long hair that's a mess
 She was 18 and naive
 Now she's got a kid to feed
 And she wants to find a knew way
 But the color of her dress starts to feel like gray
 And she fades away
 And it's hard when you're an angel in this city
 When you're out on the front line trying to stay alive
 But maybe we'd be better off dead
 Sometimes I feel like I'm on a carousel
 And I feel like hell
 It goes on and on and round and round
 And sometimes I feel alone