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. Oh, fickle 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.