Half dead,
And a third alive,
A quarter ticking over on the middle by the side of the road,
Don't get surrounded by people you hate,
Choke you out the house down the path and out the garden gate

Well I'll never, never, not once when we're together,
one gun punks on vogue at the side with the bands and the vans and the gangs and the clan with the monkey man high with a little girl at his side

What is it that you're doing to me, I don't know, I know, I know, I know, I know, there came a truce and tea

Well I'll never, never, not chop those two together, with wheeling dope just do it on the side
With the bands and the fans and gangs and the clan with the monkey man high with a little girl at his side

Well I'll never, never, not once when we're together, waiting on the dole
As he's queuing up inside innnnnside graveyard

Half dead,
And a third alive,
A quarter ticking over on the middle by the side of the road