I used to get so lonely in the moonlight But now I just talk to myself night after night I say hey good looking Whachu got cookin' with that TV set on mute Don't go to California where everyone is happy You don't want to be happy now do you? Let's go for a ride on the clean subway It's just like a partay you know And we'll pack in like sardines With someone else's jeans Rubbing the back of my leg I think we're better off dead I think we're better off dead I think we're better off dead I think we're better off... Hey good lookin' Whachu got cookin' with that TV set on mute Let's go into the city where everyone's pretty And we'll get real shitty Hallelujah And as the sun begins to rise we'll pass out on Broadway In God's little hallway you know And nobody will care No they won't even stare At the pigeon walking on my head I think we're better off dead I think we're better off dead I think we're better off dead I think we're better off dead