You wanna rest your head on a softer pillow
Than the one you're currently on
Mahogany with polish, signs on your lawn
Coverin' your body, gravestone bronze
Your bed feels nice, and it's not too cold
Your ceiling fan is made of gold
But all this fortune and fame is old
You need a nice casket to be sold
Well you must admit that it feels quite nice
With a necklace around your neck, loose
It simulates what you'd prefer
Step on your desk chair, kick it under the noose
And when you're found you'll be where you want
Resting peacefully in front
Of a crowd that stares inside
Someone else has closed your eyes, for you
Oh, that would be nice
Oh, look outside, it's night
It's hard to tell the time
When you're in bed, nine to five
It would seem like a peaceful sleep
If the day were not so bad
But every single moment you're alive
Is spent wishing you could die
Than the one you're currently on
Mahogany with polish, signs on your lawn
Coverin' your body, gravestone bronze
Your bed feels nice, and it's not too cold
Your ceiling fan is made of gold
But all this fortune and fame is old
You need a nice casket to be sold
Well you must admit that it feels quite nice
With a necklace around your neck, loose
It simulates what you'd prefer
Step on your desk chair, kick it under the noose
And when you're found you'll be where you want
Resting peacefully in front
Of a crowd that stares inside
Someone else has closed your eyes, for you
Oh, that would be nice
Oh, look outside, it's night
It's hard to tell the time
When you're in bed, nine to five
It would seem like a peaceful sleep
If the day were not so bad
But every single moment you're alive
Is spent wishing you could die
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