Besedila: Frank Black. Show Me Your Tears. Horrible Day.

Well, I took a little something
To make my worries go away
I laid down with a movie
And I started to feel OK
But I heard the doorbell ringing
And I opened up to see
My worries they were waiting there for me

Now Death, as you?d expect
He was all dressed up in black
Misfortune in her stockings
And a curve upon her back
And the Chorus Of The Lonely
In their gospel robes, of course
They were singing ?bout my imminent divorce

It?s a beautiful day
No, it?s a horrible day
Maybe I will grin but I won?t bear
It?s a beautiful day
No, it?s a horrible day
And for the first time in my life I just don?t care

So let me get my coat
And let me get my stash
I?ll trade my VCR
For a pocketful of cash
I?ll take off with my worries
And I?ll even let Death drive
We?re sure to get there
Dead or alive

It?s a beautiful day
No, it?s a horrible day
You can see here by my grin I don?t give a fuck
It?s a beautiful day
No, it?s a horrible day
And for the first time in my life I don?t need the luck