Well, a good friend of mine was a joiner And he built me the sturdiest chairAnd he sold me a rope, the way that we cope Between me and a good foot of airBut happily the country we live in Is comfortable selling you junkThe roper went slack, the chair collapsed And gradually my poor heart had sunkI couldn't get dead in an earthquake I couldn't get dead in a stormAmateur flood in my neighborhood Had surfaced thoughHappyand warm I couldn't get dead in a tornadoI couldn't get dead in a ditch Life chugging's on and the chance has begunAnd you realize death's just a bitchWell, I filled up the bath with hot water And plugged myself into the gridIn a cupboardYeah,yeah,I reached for bye-bye When neighbors and friends hadn't hitBye-bye, dropped into water A deadly mixture, that's trueBut just like my luck, mine was strike-struck And power cut followed that, tooI couldn't get dead in an earthquake I couldn't get dead in a stormI couldn't get dead in a stormPunched 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.