Rather Be Dead

Yes I could relieve my coachman

Get rid of my servant as fast as I can

Yes I could sell my beloved hat

My coat, my shoes, I can't do that

Yes I could crawl before the master

Do what he says, work much faster

Yes I could ask him for a loan

Watch him smiling from his throne

I'm in way over my head

But to sink that low, I'd rather be dead

I could get served less expensive food

But I would fall in a sullen mood

Eat normal food, no French cuisine

Travel Europe, not the Caribbean

I'm in way over my head

But to sink that low, I'd rather be dead

Yes I could abandon all my precious things

Change my life and see what the future brings

Yes I could say I like what you do

Say I love who you are and what you look like too

I could get dressed in these rags you have on

Though they are made of sheep horn

I'm in way over my head

But to sink that low, I'd rather be dead

I'm in way over my head

But to sink that low, I'd rather be dead

I'm in way over my head

But to sink that low, I'd rather be dead

I'm in way over my head

But to sink that low, I'd rather be dead