Tekstovi: Suede. The Living Dead.

Where's all the money gone?--
I'm talking to you,
All up the hole in your arm,
Is the needle a much better screw?
But oh, what will you do alone?
'Cos I have to go.

Where is this life of fun that you promised me?
Nothing here works but your works and I mean it
I have to leave
But oh, what will you do alone?
'Cos I have to go.

If I was the wife of an acrobat would I look like the living dead, boy?
You're on the wire and can't get back, let's talk about the living dead
Could have had a car, could have had it all,
Could have walked in the sky but we stare at the wall.

I know where the money's gone--
I know what you do
'Cos I've seen the hole in your arm and
The needle's a much better screw
But oh, what will you do alone?
'Cos I have to go