Born to Suffer

Now and then you get what you want Now and then you get what you want I don't want to talk I wish I was dead The reservoir is filling with mold The reservoir is filling with mold I don't want to talk I wish I was dead Oh bunny rabbit Jaundiced by the bummer of habit Is there a plantain big enough To cave your head in? Sweet clot you are what you are Sweet clot you is what you is You feel it now Misplaced by the world I don't want to talk I wish I were dead Born to suffer You are embarrassed by this thought And with that all your dreams are gone Fall apart Try not to cry in public Try not to cry in public Try not to cry in the shower And try not cry at the clinic Port au prince If God won't come I'll go to him Born to suffer, Born to suffer, Born to suffer