What's it like there outside

With the living, with the living

Here I've found a place I can hide

>From the living, from the living

Because I don't care to stay with the living



Oh, the bottle has been to me

My closest friend, my worst enemy

Full of flavor I walked a fine line

Squandered it all and wasted my time

And I don't stand a chance among the living



For the lovers I've gambled and lost

Count my mistakes whatever the cost

I'll go off, I'll make myself scarce

Oh, come tomorrow

You won't find me here



Because I don't care to stay with the living

I don't think I'll remain with the living



And I don't care to stay with the living

No, I don't care to stay