This whole life malarkey is a bit of a faff
I think I want my money back
I’d rather spend it on a heart attack

I can’t find a wife, my car keys, or a plastic bag
That wouldn’t make a lovely face-mask
Maybe that could make a feeling last

I can’t stop thinking ‘bout how I just want to die
It’s hard to not fantasize
When all the adverts make it look so nice
I can’t stop thinking ‘bout how I just want to die
It’s hard to not fantasize
When all the adverts make it look so nice

Morality is a fickle figment of everyone's imagination
Humanity is a vicious illness immune to any medication
Divinity is around the corner, but so is our annihilation

Oh dear, what a delightful way to wake up in the middle of the night
Wish I could believe in an afterlife
‘Cause it would make such a lovely lullaby

I’m sick of seeing binary and finding all the flaws in it all
Guess I better go find myself another lost cause
I’m sure one will turn up in the last place I look

I can’t stop thinking ‘bout how I just want to die
It’s hard to not fantasize
When all the efforts make it look so nice
I can’t stop thinking ‘bout how I just want to die
It’s hard to not fantasize
When all the efforts make it look so nice