Well a good friend of mine was a joiner And he built me the sturdiest chair And he sold me the rope, the weight it would cope Between me and a good foot of air
But apparently the country we live in Is comfortable selling you junk The rope it went slack, the chair it collapsed And gradually my poor heart it sunk
I couldn′t get dead in an earthquake I couldn't get dead in a storm Avalanche would flood in my neighbourhood At surface both happy and warm I couldn′t get dead in tornado I couldn't get dead in a ditch Life tr [?] s on and [?] And you realise death's just a bitch
Well I filled up the bath with hot water And plugged myself into the grid In a cupboard yet high, reached for [?] But neighbours and friends had it hid
[?] dropped into water A deadly mixture that′s true But just like my luck, minor strike struck And powercut followed that too
I couldn′t get dead in an earthquake I couldn't get dead in a storm Avalanche would flood in my neighbourhood At surface both happy and warm I couldn′t get dead in tornado I couldn't get dead in a ditch Life tr [?] s on and [?] And you realise deaths just a bitch
Well it′s mental health week on the radio Mental health on TV The [?] are talking so much Nobody's noticing me The truth is I lost me dear partner That solemnly made me this pledge To climb the tallest skyscraper To find me to the tiniest ledge
I couldn′t get dead in an earthquake I couldn't get dead in a storm Avalanche would flood in my neighbourhood At surface both happy and warm I couldn't get dead in tornado I couldn′t get dead in a ditch Life tr [?] s on [?] And you realise deaths just a bitch
Compositores: Jonathan Ralph Noblett, Paul David Heaton