Resume Wail Frustration

[BOTH]
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live

[SOPRANO]
Love has gone a-rocketing
That is not the worst;
I could do without the thing
And not be the first
Joy has gone the way it came
That is nothing new;
I could get along the same —
Many people do
Dig for me a narrow bed
Now I am bereft
All my pretty hates are dead
And what have I left?

[BARITONE]
If I had a shiny gun
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains;
Or had I some poison gas
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
People whom I do not love
But I have no lethal weapon —
Thus does pain our pleasure step on!
So they all are quick and well
Who should be by rights, in hell