
B.O.D. (Purgatory)
Various Artists
Contract In Blood • 2018
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Lyrics
She's old and poor at 72
She's not at all like me and you
She needs some help at getting dressed
And cleaning up the bed she messed
In the winters icy chill
Huddled round, she takes her pill
Crying tears that no one sees
She doesn't want to make it to 73
Better, better
Better, better
Better off dead!
The sympathy people give you
Don't let it go to your head
Can't you see that they don't care
They'd rather see you dead
Then one day she fell
There was no one there to go and tell
She landed bad and broke her back
And collapsed down like a lifeless sack
For days she lay there dying slow
And no one came, or seemed to know
Until they came to visit she
No prizes for guessing what did they see!
Dead!
She's not at all like me and you
She needs some help at getting dressed
And cleaning up the bed she messed
In the winters icy chill
Huddled round, she takes her pill
Crying tears that no one sees
She doesn't want to make it to 73
Better, better
Better, better
Better off dead!
The sympathy people give you
Don't let it go to your head
Can't you see that they don't care
They'd rather see you dead
Then one day she fell
There was no one there to go and tell
She landed bad and broke her back
And collapsed down like a lifeless sack
For days she lay there dying slow
And no one came, or seemed to know
Until they came to visit she
No prizes for guessing what did they see!
Dead!
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