The Bitch of Living

God, I dreamed there was an angel

Who could hear me through the wall

As I cried out, like in Latin

"This is so not life at all!

Help me out, out of this nightmare,"

Then I heard her silver call

She said: "Just give it time, kid

I come to one and all"

She said, "Give me that hand, please

And the itch you can't control

Let me teach you how to handle

All the sadness in your soul

Oh, we'll work that silver magic

Then we'll aim it at the wall"

She said, "Love may make you blind, kid

But I wouldn't mind at all"

It's the bitch of living

(Bitch, just the bitch)

Nothing but your hand

(Just the bitch, yeah)

Just the bitch of living

As someone, you can't stand

See, each night, it's like, fantastic

Tossing, turning, without rest

'Cause my day's at the piano

With my teacher and her breasts

And the music's, like, the one thing

I can even get at all

And those breasts! I mean God, please

Just let those apples fall

It's the bitch of living (Bitch, ah ah ah)

With nothing going on, nothing going on

Just the bitch of living

Asking, "what went wrong?"

Do they think we want this?

Oh, who knows?

See, there's showering at gym class

Bobby Maler, he's the best

Looks so nasty in those khakis

God, my whole life's, like, some test

Then there's Marianna Wheelan

As if she'd return my call

It's like, just kiss some ass, man

Then you can screw 'em all

All...

It's the bitch of living

It's the bitch of living

And living in your head

In your head

It's the bitch of living

And sensing God is dead

It's the bitch of living

You watch me, just watch me

And trying to get ahead

I'm calling, and one day

It's the bitch of living

Just gettin' out of bed

All will know

It's the bitch of living, living

All will know

Living and getting what you get

Just the bitch of living

And, Knowing this is it

God, is this it?

This can't be it

Oh God, what a bitch!