I can’t take a breath I can’t make a move I can’t think a thought I can’t sing a song with a minimal groove I can’t get away From the singular fact Well I can’t take a breath without seeing Mr. Death
I can’t take a bath Mr. Death is washing my back And I can’t do the disco Mr. Death will dance on my foot I can’t sing the rest
Well I can’t take a breath without seeing Mr. Death
But I can’t see Mr. Death If I don’t take that breath
I can’t find my car keys Better ask Mr. Death And I get so lonely We play a game of chess Well I can’t take a breath Well I can’t take a breath Well I can’t take a breath Well I can’t take a breath Without seeing Mr., um, I don’t remember how it ends