What Doesn't Kill Me

What doesn't kill me
Maybe kills somebody else
The viper meant for me
Finds someone else's trouser leg
And what doesn't kill me
Tears my confidence to shreds
Touching down in Reykjavik
In my Kevlar vest
What doesn't kill me
Means another mouth to feed
Generations of entitlement
An eternity of greed

Have I shown you greed?
'Cos I could show you greed

What doesn't kill me
Makes me cold and self-obsessed
Have you met my brother, Abel?
(He bores me half to death)
What doesn't kill me
Leaves me slightly less humane
Tedious at parties
Impervious to pain
What doesn't kill me
Makes me arrogant and stupid
Fond of flags and guns and
People equally deluded

Sometimes it's fun to be deluded
Let's do it together
Let's be deluded

What doesn't kill me
Makes me an affront to God
Suicidal hubris
From a dull provincial clod
What doesn't kill me
Maybe kills me after all
My shrapnel moves an inch and it's
Goodnight, Vienna
What doesn't kill me
Maybe wasn't even there
I'm pretty sure you skewered me
But couldn't really swear
And I don't know if I really care

Well... I'd take a bullet for the queen of Holland
I'd take a bullet for a glimpse of the future
I'd take a bullet for the price of a coffee
I take mine with sweet and low
I'd take a bullet for the president-elect
I'd take a bullet for the Carabinieri
I'd take a bullet for Lazlo the Moondog
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'd take a bullet for the horn section
I'd take a bullet for the bugs on the windshield
I'd take a bullet for the Spanish Amanda
No, no, no, no, no, no
I'd take a bullet for a cure for veruccas
I'd take a bullet for an hour with Costello
I'd take a bullet for a ticket to Swansea
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'd take a bullet for you
I'd take your bullet
I'd take a bullet for you
Can I choose which bit it goes through?
I'd take a bullet for the six-fingered man
And I'd take a bullet for you
What doesn't kill me, kills me
What doesn't kill me makes me me



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Writer(s): Huw Darling
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