He woke up naked beside something bad It's eyes were all swolen, it's face was so sad He said something futile, he leapt from the bed But he heard a voice singing inside his head How can you live with what you've done? How could you hope that you could? How could you think these condolences would do any good? Would do any good? He woke up naked beside something old It's figure was lifeless, it's flesh was so cold (so cold) It stared at the ceiling as though it were dead It whispered remotely, and here's what it said How can you live with what you've done? How could you hope that you could? How could you think these condolences would do any good? Would do any good? Sooner or later, the truth is told But you'd never live to be so bold (to be so bold) You'll wake up naked beside some thing real You just might have guessed this is how it would feel He woke up naked beside something vivid It's snout was snarling, it's gaze was livid It tore at his flesh, it left him in threads And this is the way the obituary read How can you live with what you've done? How could you hope that you could? How could you think these condolences would do any good? Would do any good? It won't do no good (He woke up naked beside something bad) It won't do no good (He woke up naked beside something old) It won't do no good (He woke up naked beside something sad) It won't do no good (He woke up naked beside something cold) It won't do no good --- .