I'm so happy with my life there's time I feel fungus growing on me
Lovely home and lovely wife night slides with the flies feeding on me
Mind my mind's eye bloody stump affords another Christmas tree or something
I want to be dead and with you watch the television every Monday
I want to be dead. I want to be dead.
Do you want to be a pawn
In someone else's mind game
Or wouldn't you rather be dead?
It's easy, see
Before I got this job I worked someplace else
When I was at school I always wanted to be a lawyer
Then there were times when I wanted sex
And then I didn't want sex anymore
And then when I didn't want sex I wanted something else
And now I want to be dead.
Playing golf with my flesh crawling feeds to need the whole tape running slowly
Happy crowds and smiling faces wheedle helpless hopeless sighs from off me
Weeding me with precious stones you'll never know I needed you that Monday
Now I want to be dead this time flies mmmm when you least enjoy it
I want to be dead. I want to be dead.
You want to hold you near me
Can you say slow me coldly
Or wouldn't you rather be dead?
Family Fodder - Playing Golf (with My Flesh Crawling) Lyrics
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I'm so happy with my life there's time I feel fungus growing on me
Lovely home and lovely wife night slides with the flies feeding on me
Mind my mind's eye bloody stump affords another Christmas tree or something
I want to be dead and with you watch the television every Monday
I want to be dead. I want to be dead.
Do you want to be a pawn
In someone else's mind game
Or wouldn't you rather be dead?
It's easy, see
Before I got this job I worked someplace else
When I was at school I always wanted to be a lawyer
Then there were times when I wanted sex
And then I didn't want sex anymore
And then when I didn't want sex I wanted something else
And now I want to be dead.
Playing golf with my flesh crawling feeds to need the whole tape running slowly
Happy crowds and smiling faces wheedle helpless hopeless sighs from off me
Weeding me with precious stones you'll never know I needed you that Monday
Now I want to be dead this time flies mmmm when you least enjoy it
I want to be dead. I want to be dead.
You want to hold you near me
Can you say slow me coldly
Or wouldn't you rather be dead?
Lovely home and lovely wife night slides with the flies feeding on me
Mind my mind's eye bloody stump affords another Christmas tree or something
I want to be dead and with you watch the television every Monday
I want to be dead. I want to be dead.
Do you want to be a pawn
In someone else's mind game
Or wouldn't you rather be dead?
It's easy, see
Before I got this job I worked someplace else
When I was at school I always wanted to be a lawyer
Then there were times when I wanted sex
And then I didn't want sex anymore
And then when I didn't want sex I wanted something else
And now I want to be dead.
Playing golf with my flesh crawling feeds to need the whole tape running slowly
Happy crowds and smiling faces wheedle helpless hopeless sighs from off me
Weeding me with precious stones you'll never know I needed you that Monday
Now I want to be dead this time flies mmmm when you least enjoy it
I want to be dead. I want to be dead.
You want to hold you near me
Can you say slow me coldly
Or wouldn't you rather be dead?
Writer: John Pearce
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network