Bludgeoned and bloody Walking around from memory Scared and lost and broken Only the whisky still talking to me I inquired at the big apartment Building there in town Man there said, yeah, we got one room And as he said it he frowned He said that room is bad luck Couldn't rent it out, I wouldn't try We've lost two tenants in that room Both to suicide And I asked for and did receive The suicide room Figured if I can't beat this world Maybe I can beat this room One fellow tied a rope around his neck Fixed the other end up there And before his final struggle Kicked away that chair The other one stuck a shotgun In his mouth just over there Hoping for something better, something else Or else just addicted to despair And every day I'm in here I think about those two And what hopelessness can lead to And what some folks finally do I asked for and did receive The suicide room Figured if I can't beat this world Maybe I can beat this room And all the doors in my life Slammed and locked away And my string of keys now useless And needing a place to stay And nearly two years in here now Two years of Sunday chimes And it's like those bumper stickers say One day at a time And I see the crazy patterns when the sun comes in Through my window that I try to keep clean And I breathe the night air deeply As I'm pulling off my jeans Some men fall, some men fight Some just carry on I'm still here in my apartment Trying to beat the odds I asked for and did receive The suicide room Figured if I can't beat this world I can beat this room