Well, a good friend of mine was a joiner And he built me the sturdiest chair
And he sold me a rope, the way that we cope Between me and a good foot of air
But happily the country we live in Is comfortable selling you junk
The roper went slack, the chair collapsed And gradually my poor heart had sunk
I couldn't get dead in an earthquake I couldn't get dead in a storm
Amateur flood in my neighborhood Had surfaced though
Happy
and warm I couldn't get dead in a tornado
I couldn't get dead in a ditch Life chugging's on and the chance has begun
And you realize death's just a bitch
Well, I filled up the bath with hot water And plugged myself into the grid
In a cupboard
Yeah,
yeah,
I reached for bye-bye When neighbors and friends hadn't hit
Bye-bye, dropped into water A deadly mixture, that's true
But just like my luck, mine was strike-struck And power cut followed that, too
I couldn't get dead in an earthquake I couldn't get dead in a storm
I couldn't get dead in a storm
Punched a flood in my neighborhood, my surface boat had been worn.
I couldn't get dead in tornado, I couldn't get dead in a ditch.
My time goes on and the chance has begun and you realize that's just a bitch.
Well, it's mental health week on the radio, mental health month on TV.
The camp and the bunch are talking so much that nobody's noticing me.
The truth is I lost me dear partner, and solemnly made me this pledge.
To climb in a tower, a skyscraper, and find me the time.
I couldn't get dead in an earthquake, I couldn't get dead in a storm.
Average flood in my neighborhood, my surface boat had been worn.
I couldn't get dead in tornado, I couldn't get dead in a ditch.
My time goes on and the chance has begun and you realize that's just a bitch.
My time goes on and the chance has begun and you realize that's just a bitch.