Born to Suffer

now and then you get what you want 
now and then you get what you want 
i don't to talk 
i wish i was dead 
the reservoir is filling with mold 
the reservoir is filling with mold 
i don't want to talk 
i wish i was dead 
oh bunny rabbit 
jaundiced by the bummer of habit 
is there a plantain big enough 
to cave your head in? 
sweet clot you are what you are 
sweet clot you is what you is 
you feel it now 
misplaced but the world 
i don't want to talk 
i wish i were dead 
born to suffer 
you are embarrassed but this thought 
and with that all your dreams are gone 
fall apart 
try not to cry in public 
try not to cry in public 
try not to cry in the shower 
and try not cry at the clinic 
Port Au Prince 
if God won't come i'll go to him 
born to suffer, born to suffer