Natalie Merchant The Living
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 For a flavor I walked a fine life 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
