A Job At The Morgue
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My friends and I are gonna change the world
And spend our time creating shiny pearls
Just gotta get my foot out of this bear trap, gotta get my bones on my side
Gotta do this guy some favours for the right, the right not to decide
And there is no trusting hand
When what you must ain't what you can
I bought an urn, it's tightroped on the sill
I'm automatic writing my last will
And if I'll be six feet deep, hey, I'll shell out for six feet wide
Cause you cannot be a cheapskate on the hole, the hole in which you'll die
And I find I'm 75
And my pension's dry
What a price to pay!
And we my darling, we don't stand a chance
So fire away!
Don't wanna see you sing, just hear you dance
And I hear a buzz!
It's not my fault, but oh how I wish it was
And the heart of making ends meet is just to retire
But it's hard to take a breath in a house on fire
And when times are at their hardest we put a price on our hearts
Cause everyone's an artist spending most of their waking life not making fucking art
Cause we simply can't
Not when the car won't start
And I can't just sit and wait for you, but what else could I do?
The spark will dissipate before you finish the unfurling of the fuse
Because you never really choose
How you'll make the news
What a price to pay!
And we my darling, we don't stand a chance
So fire away!
Don't wanna see you sing, just hear you dance
And I hear a buzz!
It's not my fault, but oh how I wish it was OH GOD
What a price to pay!
Patience, darling, we were born to queue
All night and day!
Doomed to tread the path the dead men drew
And fear the bends!
A job at the morgue will meet my ends