I throw myself out of bed Throw myself in the chair And dress my two naked feet Some clothes Some bottles some books A letter with it written Words that say: My darling dear Come back to bed My darling dear There’s a sweet bitter taste Running through my head The very next day I’m half undressed You find me lying On an empty bed Pistol in hand Objects here and there You wake me with a jump And an evil stare My darling dear Come back to bed Come back to bed My darling dear And you You want to get me out of here You want to take me from my obscure world Back into your head Back into your bed What will be wrong then? When we are all dead? You said to show you my tongue But the chemist is closed And the world is my song La la la la… My darling dear Come back to bed… And so it’s here That I find my pistol Diffuse it of its bullets And push it to my head ‘Cos I got no reason And I got no mind ‘Cos I got no reason And I got no mind Can’t stop the blood Pouring from my head Can’t stop the blood Pouring from my head My darling dear Come back to bed…