Police stations and trolleys and alleys spread with black   Where the fat men get their jollies before the thin girls get their smack   Where the smell of a cremation is descended like a sheet   On a peaceful sick room Monday when mummy tucked you in so neat   With the squalling of a baby and the brokeness of china    Ends the story of a girl who earned her coke with her vagina      Life,life,life is too long for me   Life, life, life is too long for me   Life, life, life is too long for me    I’m not too long for this life is too long for me      In the shadows of the docks comes the death of a curb crawler   To the screeching from the flocks and the banging from a trawler   Like the syphilitic progress from the genitals to brain   With the sureness and momentum of a fast night train      While the rats the size of canines go on squeaking on the beach   While some brats drink their bottles and others drink the bleach   Her blood is coagulating in her gold dyed hair   While another girl is waiting in the cold night air      Life, life, life is too long for me   Life, life, life is too long for me   Life, life, life is too long for me    I’m not too long for this life is too long for me   Life is too long for me    I’m not too long for this life   Life is too long for me