Better Off Dead - Wiser Time

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