You sing yourself to sleep in an ice cold tub, Life is cheap and so is a gun, You shiver and make love to your cigarette, Tonight your going down wearing a tin can baret, You know, opurtunity is a simple game of russian roulette, And so you ponder life one last time, The life youve just traded in for a dime, Biting down on the barrel, its cold and it numbs your lips, Its but an inevitable prophecy like the solar eclipse, through the muffled silence; youre singing, -"Please, don't wake me, no, don't shake me Leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping"