THE BITCH OF LIVING

God, I (Fmaj7)dreamed there was an an gel who could hear me through the wall as I (F7)cried out, like in Lat in: “This is so not life at all.

Help me (Bbmaj7)out, out of this night mare.” Then I heard her sil ver call.

She (Bbm)said, “Just give it time, kid.

I come to one and all.” She said, (Fmaj7)“Give me that hand, please, and the itch you can’t con trol.

Let me (F7)teach you how to han dle all the sad ness in your soul.

Oh, we’ll (Bbmaj7)work that sil ver mag ic then we’ll aim it at the wall.” She said, (Bbm)“Love may make you blind, kid, but I would n’t mind at all.” It’s the bitch of liv ing

with noth (Gm7)ing but your hand.

Just the bitch of liv ing as some one you can’t stand.

See, each (Fmaj7)night, it’s, like, fan tas tic toss ing, turn ing, with out rest, ’cause my (F7)day’s at the pi an o with my teach er and her breasts; and the mu sic’s like, the one thing I can e ven get at all.

And those (Bbm)breasts!

I mean, God please, just let those ap ples fall.

It’s the bitch of liv ing (bitch, ah, ah, ah) with noth (Gm7)ing go ing on.

(noth ing go ing on) Just the bitch of liv ing ask ing, “What went wrong?” Do they think we want this?

Oh, who knows?

See, there’s (Fmaj7)show er ing in gym class...

Bob by (F7)Ma ler, he’s the best...

Looks so (Bbmaj7)nas ty in those khak is...

God, my (Bbm)whole life’s, like, some test.

Then there’s (Fmaj7)Mar i a na Whe lan,

as if she’d turn my call.

It’s like just kiss some ass, man,

then you can screw ’em all,

(Bbm)all.

It’s the bitch of liv ing

and liv (Gm7)ing in your head.

It’s the bitch of liv ing and sens ing God is dead.

It’s the bitch of liv ing

and try’n’ (Gm7)to get a head.

It’s the bitch of liv ing just get ting out of bed.

It’s the bitch of liv ing, liv ing, liv ing, and get (Gm7)ting what you get.

Just the bitch of liv ing and know ing this is it.

God, is this it?

This can’t be it.

Oh, God, what a (F)bitch!