Born to Suffer

Now and then you get what you want

Now and then you get what you want

I don't want to talk

I wish I was dead

The reservoir is filling with mold

The reservoir is filling with mold

I don't want to talk

I wish I was dead

Oh, bunny rabbit

Jaundiced by the bummer of habit

Is there a plantain big enough

To cave your head in?

Sweet clot, you are what you are

Sweet clot, you is what you is

You feel it now

Misplaced by the world

I don't want to talk

I wish I were dead

Born to suffer

You are embarrassed by this thought

And with that, all your dreams are gone

Fall apart

Try not to cry in public

Try not to cry in public

Try not to cry in the shower

And try not to cry at the clinic

Port-au-Prince

If God won't come, I'll go to him

Born to suffer

Born to suffer

Born to suffer