My Life With The Living Dead Songtext

I took a job at the factory, (when I realised) that you were not coming back to me. I put your letters in the kitchen drawer. I should not read them anymore. The Substitute Cult Heroes Union is still without a contract. My life with the living dead. All dressed up in nightmares, they took me to bed. My life with the living dead. A long walk off a short stage, they took me instead. I joined a band called The Haunted Hearts, wrote some dubious keyboard parts. I wore my eyeliner just like you. Just like you taught me how to. The Substitute Cult Heroes Union is still without a contract. My life with the living dead. All dressed up in nightmares, they took me to bed. My life with the living dead. A long walk off a short stage, they took me instead. The band thinks I sold my soul for Rock n' Roll. But God only knows... I sold it for a lock of your hair. To keep underneathe my pillow. To keep underneathe my pillow. To keep...