Pierre

It's dawned on me suddenly And for no obvious reason That I can't go on Living as I am The zest of life has vanished Only the skeleton remains Unexpectedly vile I used to be better I used to be better I used to be better I used to be better I used to be better I used to be better ALL Oh, Pierre Our married feasting crank Our most dear, most kind Most smart and eccentric A warm-hearted Russian of the old-school His purse is always empty Because it's open to all Oh Pierre Just one of a hundred sad old men Living out their final days in Moscow PIERRE I drink too much Right now, my friend fights and bleeds And I sit at home and read Hours at a time Hours at my screen Anything, anything Abandoned to distraction In order to forget We waste our lives Drowning in wine... I never thought that I'd end up like this I used to be better And the women, they all pity me Because I'm married But not in love Frozen at the center WOMEN Il est charmant; il n'a pas de sexe He is charming; he has no sex ALL Oh, Pierre Our married feasting crank Our most dear, most kind Most smart and eccentric A warm-hearted Russian of the old-school His purse is always empty Because it's open to all Oh Pierre Just one of a hundred sad old men Living out their final days in Moscow PIERRE There's a ringing my head There's a sickness in the world And everyone knows But pretends that they don't see Oh, I'll sort it out later But later never comes PIERRE & MEN And how many men before Good Russian men Believing in goodness and truth PIERRE Entered that door With all their teeth and hair And left it toothless and bald? You empty and stupid Contented fellows Satisfied with your place I'm different from you I'm different from you I still want to do something Or do you struggle too? I pity you I pity me I pity you I pity you I pity me I pity you ALL Ahh...