The Living — текст песни (Natalie Merchant)

What`s it like there outside
With the living, with the living
Here I`ve found a place I can hide
From the living, from the living
Because I don`t care to stay with the living

Oh, the bottle has been to me
My closest friend, my worst enemy
For a flavor I walked a fine life
Squandered it all and wasted my time
And I don`t stand a chance among the living

For the lovers I`ve gambled and lost
Count my mistakes whatever the cost
I`ll go off, I`ll make myself scarce
Oh, come tomorrow
You won`t find me here

Because I don`t care to stay with the living
I don`t think I`ll remain with the living

And I don`t care to stay with the living
No, I don`t care to stay