Why Was I Born Em G D Am

Down at the creekbank
walking around in the rushes
I’m thinking about how to get a break in this world,
I look down by my feet, I see an ear
I look down between my feet, I see a deer
partially buried under a dusting of crunchy snow
the legs chewed off all the way up to around the hind bone.

Why was I born?
why was I born?

I turn to go back
I look down I see a tailpipe in the grass
partially buried underneath a dusting of crunchy snow.
And the Norwegians have a word for it
but I don’t know.
Maybe I don’t have what it takes;
but it looks like a wiggly snake.

Why was I born?
(bourj gnong gilly-o gröb fit the fit)
Why was I born?
(bourj gnong gilly-o gröb fit the fit)

Hello, my friend,
It’s that suicide pact time of year again
for the elderly
the infirmed
and the generally screwed-up
and all the misfits among us.

Why was I born?
(bourj gnong gilly-o gröb fit the fit)
Why was I born?
(bourj gnong gilly-o gröb fit the fit)
Why was I born?
(bourj gnong gilly-o gröb fit the fit)
(bourj gnong gilly-o gröb fit the fit)