The Bitch of Living

God, I dreamed there was an angel

Who could hear me through the wall

As I cried out, like in Latin

This is so not life at all

Help me out, out of this nightmare

Then I heard her silver call

She said just give it time, kid

I come to one and all

She said give me that hand please

And the itch you can't control

Let me teach you how to handle

All the sadness in your soul

Oh, we'll work that silver magic

Then we'll aim it at the wall

She said love may make you blind kid

But I wouldn't mind at all

It's the bitch of living

Nothing but your hand

Just the bitch of living

As someone you can't stand

See each night it's like fantastic

Tossing, turning, without rest

'Cause my days at the piano

With my teacher and her breasts

And the music's like the one thing

I can even get at all

And those breasts I mean God, please

Just let those apples fall

It's the bitch of living

With nothing going on

Just the bitch of living

Asking what went wrong

Do they think we want this?

Oh who knows

It's even, there's showering at gym class

Bobby Maler, he's the best

Looks so nasty in those khakis

God, my whole life's like some test

Then there's Marianna Wheelan

As if she'd return my call

It's like just kiss some ass, man

Then you can screw 'em all

All

It's the bitch of living

And living in your head

It's the bitch of living

And sensing God is dead

It's the bitch of living

You watch me, just watch me

And tryna get ahead

I'm calling one day

It's the bitch of living

Just getting out of bed

It's the bitch of living

Living, living, and getting what you get

Just the bitch of living

And knowing this is it

God, is this it?

This can't be it

Oh, God, what a bitch