Little Miss S. Lyrics

Little Miss S.

Shooting up junk in the bathroom. Makin' it with punks on the floor. Livin' the
scene out of her limosine. Little Miss S. in her mini dress - living it up to
die in a blink of the public eye. Day-glo paint on an electric chair. Electric
dye in her lover's hair. A pretty light in the middle of the night. Made up for
everyone to see. Swingin' on the branch of a broken family tree. You got a lot
of livin' to do without life. The village idiots in her bed never cared that
her eyes were red - never cared that her brain was dead. In the hours that her
face was alive it was a thing just to be by her side. You got a lot of livin'
to do without life.