The Bitch Of Living
Moritz:
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 all the wall."
She said: "Love may make you blind, kid,
But I wouldn't mind at all."
All:
It's the bitch of living.
Otto:
The bitch, just the bitch.
All:
With nothing but your hand.
Otto:
Just the bitch, yeah.
All:
Just the bitch of living
As someone you can't stand.
Georg:
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't even get at all,
And those breasts!
I mean, God, please,
Just let those apples fall.
All:
It's the bitch of living.
Otto:
The bitch!
All:
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!
Ernst:
See, there's showering in gym class...
Hanschen:
Bobby Maler, he's the best
Look so nasty in those khakis...
Ernst:
God, my whole life's, like, some test.
Otto:
Then there's Marianna Wheelan
As if she'd return my call.
Hanschen:
It's like, just kiss some ass, man
Then you can screw 'em all
Melchior:
It's the bitch of living
And living in your head.
It's the bitch of living,
And sensing God is dead.
All:
It's the bitch of living,
And trying to get ahead.
It's the bitch of living
Just getting out of bed.
It's the bitch of living
And getting what you get.
It's the bitch of living
Melchior:
And knowing this is it.
All:
God, is this it?
This can't be it.
Oh God, what a bitch!
