
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