Mr. Drum was here yesterday, he knows just what he needs
And gives what he's got to the thump of his creed:
Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse
Good-looking corpse
In a witch doctor's den, in her shanty shabeen
In the echoes of laughter I know where he's been
From the liquor you've drunk, in the air that you breathe
Is the tap of his typing he's dispensed from his sleeve
Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse
Good-looking corpse
On the corners of streets where a dash to the tale
Is provoking a malice as sharp as a nail
And a witty has slain with a knive full of ink
Is a stab in the dark and push to the brink
Oh, drunk I was glad, I was glad in your bead
Oh, drunk I was moved, by your love of your street
Oh, drunk I was glad, I was glad in your bead
Oh, drunk I was moved, by your love of your street
And then, if you have gone, then I'll summon you back
With a reach of your spirt past the wide and the bad
Down the gleens, down the henry, down the ever and moore
Tell your son, tell your daughter, and open the door
Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse
Good-looking corpse
I'm a high and I'm hooked
I'm a down and I'm in
I'm a well without water,
I'm fat and I'm thin
I'm the story you told
I'm the cross for your son
I'm the dead in the water
I'm the world and I won
Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse
Good-looking corpse
Oh, drunk I was glad, I was glad in your bead
Oh, drunk I was moved, by your love of your street
Oh, drunk I was glad, I was glad in your bead
Oh, drunk I was moved, by your love of your street
Oh, drunk I was glad, I was glad in your bead
Oh, drunk I was moved, by your love of your street
Oh, drunk I was glad, I was glad in your bead
Oh, drunk I was moved, by your love of...