[Chorus]
By the enameled bedpan
A window, nightstand and a bed
To live is to suffer in discomfort
But how sweet it is to die
By the enameled bedpan
A window, nightstand and a bed
To live is to suffer in discomfort
But how sweet it is to die
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse]
And as the faucet drips quietly
Life appears decrepit as a whore
As if escaping the fog
Looking over a nightstand, a bed…
And I struggle to lift myself up
Wanting to gaze upon her eyes
Look into her eyes, and burst into tears
And never to diе, never to die
Nеver to die, never to die
Never to die, never to die
[Chorus]
By the enameled bedpan
A window, nightstand and a bed
To live is to suffer in discomfort
But how sweet it is to die
By the enameled bedpan
A window, nightstand and a bed
To live is to suffer in discomfort
But how sweet it is to die