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 a bitch)
With nothing but your hand
(Just a 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 days 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
(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 in 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
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 you one day
It's the bitch of living
Just getting out of bed
All will know
It's the bitch of living
Living, Living
All will know
And getting what you get
It's the bitch of living
And knowing this is it
God, is this it?
This can't be it
Oh God, what a bitch!
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