Suicide Room

Bludgeoned and bloody
 Walking around from memory
 Scared and lost and broken
 Only the whiskey's still talking to me
 I inquired at the big apartment
 Building there in town
 Man there said, "Yeah, we got one room."
 And as he said it he frowned
 He said, "That room is bad luck.
 Couldn't rent it out, I wouldn't try.
 We've lost two tenants in that room
 Both to suicide."
 And I asked for and did receive
 The suicide room
 Figured if I can't beat this world
 Maybe I can beat this room
 One fellow tied a rope around his neck
 Fixed the other end up there
 And before his final struggle
 Kicked away that chair
 The other one stuck a shotgun
 In his mouth just over there
 Hoping for something better, something else
 Or else just addicted to despair
 And every day I'm in here
 I think about those two
 And what hopelessness can lead to
 And what some folks finally do
 I asked for and did receive
 The suicide room
 Figured if I can't beat this world
 Maybe I can beat this room
 And all the doors in my life
 Slammed and locked away
 And my string of keys now useless
 And needing a place to stay
 And nearly two years in here now
 Two years of Sunday chimes
 And it's like those bumper stickers say
 One day at a time
 And I see the crazy patterns when the sun comes in
 Through my window that I try to keep clean
 And I breathe the night air deeply
 As I'm pulling off my jeans
 Some men fall, some men fight
 Some just carry on
 I'm still here in my apartment
 Trying to beat the odds
 I asked for and did receive
 The suicide room
 Figured if I can't beat this world
 I can beat this room