Lyrics:

Everybody in the fun house says they want out
But we're taking our time 'cause we're in love with time
A whole generation, thinkin' of themselves as infidels and pop stars
While the bomb loses patience, we line up and just lean against the bar
Stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love
Stone-cold sober
Looking for bottles of love
Caught in the headlights, wide-eyed and ready to receive
We are the dead life, locked in dogfights, lost in disbelief
And these dark days make the nights seem brighter than they are
So, while Fleet Street rolls and the moon glows in the fun house, the fun starts
Stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love
Stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love, love, love
And we are the dead life
We are the dead life
So come on, come on

Born in the half-light of threats and bribes in a hopeless porn parade
We get the dog's life, tidbits train us, what to wear, what not to say
When you're footloose and you just feel limbless, life gets in the way
So, we get loaded or totally legless, but stay the same
Stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love
We're stone cold sober
Looking for bottles of love
We're stone cold sober
And looking for bottles of love
We're stone cold sober
And looking, looking
So come on, come on

We are the dead life, we are the dead life
And we are the dead life, and we are the dead life
We are the dead life, we are the dead life
We are the dead life, we are the dead life