January 15, 2020

THE NURSING HOME BLUES

Injection time, the day begins

I must still be paying for my sins

I pray every night to die in my sleep

But it’s been so long I don’t bother to weep

 

It’s no fun growing old,

I’ve pissed in the bed and I’m getting cold

I’ve got the nursing home blues,

and I’ve got to do what I’m told

 

The routine rubbish I’m forced to eat

Can’t tell the potatoes from the meat

Take my tablets so I don’t get sad

So I don’t get ill, so I don’t go mad

 

It’s no fun growing old,

I’ve pissed in the bed and I’m getting cold

I’ve got the nursing home blues,

and I’ve got to do what I’m told

 

Is it any wonder that I get so wild?

Told when to go to bed by a child

When my roommate died

I wished it were quicker

Now I share a room with someone sicker

 

It’s no fun growing old,

I’ve pissed in the bed and I’m getting cold

I’ve got the nursing home blues,

and I’ve got to do what I’m told

 

I know why I’m still out of my mind

Living with these people, the very worst kind

All these things going through my head

While Edna May chokes on her bread

 

It’s no fun growing old,

I’ve pissed in the bed and I’m getting cold

I’ve got the nursing home blues,

and I’ve got to do what I’m told

 

Waiting to die in a world without care

The lice are crawling through my hair

Soon the nurse will take me for a bath

And if I play with my cock, I’ll make her laugh

 

It’s no fun growing old,

I’ve pissed in the bed and I’m getting cold

I’ve got the nursing home blues,

and I’ve got to do what I’m told

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