Poor boy   Why don't you try getting water?   Poor boy   Why don't you try getting sleep?   I think if one of us is going to suffer   Why shouldn't it be me?      Poor boy   Your wife is in hard labor   The rhythm you know is pulsing and drifting to the grave   When you come to, you'll be asking yourself just one question   Was I always this way?   Was I always this way?      Think back a year   When everything stood at the surface   A bandage you cut because you don't know what swims under me      Hold tight   The bondage of this life is slipping   Why shouldn't it be me?   Why shouldn't it be me?      When I come back   You'll be the brightest star in the black   When there are days   That you want the call we're all waiting for   Think back      Poor boy   Life is in hard labor   Go buy flowers you'll leave on its grave   Then with the goal of movement   Now one this is different   You don't want to change   I don't want to change