Build Me A Coffin

When there's not enough rigor but there's too much rigor mortis You've got to ration love because you know that there's a shortage She'll take you with a pinch of salt And she'll give you no quarter She's the queen of the short order And you're a one-armed bandit Gambling on a crash Wearing a pair of silly glasses and a baby's wax moustache In disguise Like a schoolboy playing superspy I'm gonna build me a coffin and get right in Sometimes it's too much to see what's happening around me I'm gonna build me a coffin and get right in Sometimes it's too much to see what's happening around me What's happening around me Given the fact that you're losing, someone has already won If you're finding life a bastard, someone somewhere's having fun You're hooked and lined and sinkered but she'll Throw you right back in again A game of pool would do your head in You know that Hell just isn't some kinda bottomless pit It's a chair in a long white corridor and you're sitting in it With clenched fists The lifestyles of the rich and hopeless