Playing Golf (With My Flesh Crawling)

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 s*x And then I didn't want s*x anymore And then when I didn't want s*x 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? --- Playing Golf (with My Flesh Crawling) - Family Fodder