In this city, you can die br In a lonely drive-by, br Blood oozing from your chest br In the dirty street br And someone will walk over you br Eating a sandwich br And never skip a beat. br br If you don’t find love, one day, br You’ll suffer a funereal br Without any mourners, br Or possibly be tossed br On a garbage heap. br br Things don’t look currently br That encouraging to me, br But I’m not decaying yet.