Shooting Gallery - Saint Vitus

Last night I went to Hell

Of the stench of death

The tenement, it smelled

The shooting gallerie’s breath

I saw women and men

Kill themselves again and again

They make their own disease

And the end they will not see

Yesterday I had a girl

To me, she meant all the world

Until the needle filled her arm

Now she fills me with alarm

Tombstone graves fill her eyes

She looks at me with mad despise

I pitty her destiny

Now she’s only hating me

They say that they don’t care at all

The world is fucking sad

On that point I agree with them

But nothing is that bad

Poison disease, eating through their minds

They will never see the end of the line

I will never understand why they do it to themselves

Why they choose a life that so resembles Hell

Now I stand in pouring rain

At a friend’s funeral again

Tears fill my eyes

He lived a tortured life

And as I walk away

I see another stray

It seems so sad to me

Stumbling down the street