Every Day a Little Death (Film Version)

Every day a little death

In the parlor in the bed

In the curtians in the silver

In the buttons in the bread

Every day a little sting

In the heart and in the head

Every move and every breath

And you hardly feel a thing

Brings a perfect little death

He smiles sweetly

Strokes my hair

Says he misses me

I would murder him right there

But first I die

He talks softly of his wars

And his horses

And his whores

I think loves a dirty buissness

So do I

I'm before him on my knees

And he kisses me

He assumes I'll loose my reason

And I do

Men are stupid

Men are vain

Love's disgusting

Love's insane

A humiliating business

Oh how true

Ah well

Everyday a little death

Every day a little death

On the lips in the eyes

In the parlor in the bed

In the murmurs in the pauses

In the gestures in the sighs

In the curtains in the bread

Every day a little sting

Every day a little dies

In the heart and in the head

In the looks and in the lies

Every move and every breath

And you hardly feel a thing

Brings a perfect little

Death