Text: Eels. With Strings Live At Town Hall. Novacaine For The Soul.

life is hard
and so am I
you better give me something
so I don't die

novocaine for the soul
before I sputter out

life is white
and I am black
jesus and his lawyer
are coming back
oh my darling, will you be here
before I sputter out

guess whose living here
with the great undead
this paint by numbers life
is fucking with my head once again

life is good
and I feel great
'cause mother says I was
a great mistake

novocaine for the soul
you'd better give me something
to fill the hole
before I sputter out