Live Hurts More Than Death

... And he was hanging long

For this season much too long

He would have hung even longer

But he was cut off the rope

It was where everybody

Used to hang them selves

Oh, yes, my disappointed boy

It was not a lucky year

... And she turned on the gas

With her little trembling hands

And since she was quite petite

Inside the oven she did creep

I knew there's something wrong

She did not answer the phone

Oh, yeah, my little girl

I should have come earlier then

You really broke me down

The next will never come

I won't tell you: see you around

The next year will never come...

... And she shot him in the face

She was really sensitive

She could not put up whit it

When away swinging her hips

I had not expected it

And as always, I could say:

Had I only been three, babe

You could be impeccable

You really broke me down

The next will never come

I won't tell you: see you around

The next year will never come...