The Bed That I Bought

Sometimes I wake up at night, and I
Think about the day that I shall die
Wondering what that will feel like, puts a
Shivering chill in my bones as I lie
On the bed that I bought, yet, never liked

This anxiety, it follows my shadow
It haunts me, 'til I go drinking at night
So I wander through record stores thinking 'bout
Teenage rebellion, and how that once taught me
To laugh in the face of the day I shall die
I shall surely, surely die.