Funky Suicidal Masochist Blues - Lead Sheet, Page 1 of 3: Well, I'm a pessimist, Babe, ever expecting rain. I'm a masochist, Baby Now, never rejecting pain. And the song that I love singing is just some sad refrain. I'm a man without a soul, and there's a Black Hole in my brain. It's this waiting that I'm hating, Babe, can't wait until I've nat'rally died. Oh, these times are so trying, Babe, and believe me, I've tried. (And I've tried and I've tried and I've tried.) But in the end, you can depend I'll be on the losing side.


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