Playing Golf (With My Flesh Crawling)

I'm so happy with my life
There's times I've felt fungus growing on me
Lovely old man, lovely wife
Night skies with the flies feeding on me
My my my that bloody stump I bought another Christmas tree or something
I want to be dead and would you watch the television every Monday

I want to be dead
He wants to be dead
Do you want to be a pawn
In someone else's mind game
Or wouldn't you rather be dead
It’s easy see, before I got this job, I worked someplacе else
When I was at school I always wantеd to be a lawyer
Then there was times when I wanted sex
And when I didn't want sex I wanted something else
And now I want to be dead

Play golf with my flesh crawling
? to leave the whole tape running slowly
Happy girlfriend, smiling faces, needle helpless hopeless sights ? up me
Reading me with precious stones
You’ll never know I needed you that Monday
Now I want to be dead this time flies when you least enjoy it

I want to be dead
He wants to be dead
You are the hold you hear me
? slowly kill me
Or wouldn't you rather be dead