I went to the worst of bars
Hoping to get killed
But all I could do was to get drunk again
Worse, the bar patrons even ended up liking me
There I was trying to get pushed over the dark edge
And I ended up with free drinks while somewhere else
Some poor son-of-a-bitch was in a hospital bed
Some poor son-of-a-bitch was in a hospital bed
Tubes sticking out all over him
As he fought like hell to live
Nobody would help me
Die [9x]
Nobody would help me
As the next day waited for me
With its steel clamps, its stinking anonymity
Its incogitant attitude
Death doesn't always come running when you call it
Not even if you call it from a shining castle
Or from an ocean liner
Or from the best bar on Earth
Or the worst
Such impertinence only makes the gods hesitate and delay
Ask me: I'm seventy-two
Die
Nobody would help me