He came out of the elevator And started to speak All egg white, wearing plague and furuncles Voice spiced with ancient fatigue Words came out, say can you doubt when You're so drained by nothing special A mere spectator in a never ending show I said I don't know what I'm escaping Only see something approaching Oh babe I'll give up heroin Oh babe if you smash true color-TV No! Death is dressed for me Death is dressed for me Death is dressed for me Death is dressed for me Death is dressed for me Hadn't had a wash for a week now Just walking feeling kind of weak now But I'm coping with this bitterness Dripping sweat and it's tang Words came out said can you doubt When you're so drained by nothing special You need a hero with reputation Some hardcore manipulation To keep you still and drifting with the flow Oh babe I'll give up heroin Oh babe if you trash the dollar TV No! Death he dressed for me… Death is dressed for me Death is dressed for me Death is dressed for me Death is dressed for me Death is dressed for me Death is dressed for me Death is dressed for me