everything I have ever learnedI learned at the funerals of good menand everything I have ever learnedI’ve forgotten againI broke my own heart againI broke my own heart againit was a stupid thing to doI could sing to youuntil my throat is sorebut it wouldn’t do any goodand my room looks likelike a tramp moved inand there’s nothing that I can doand in my small house tonightI think that I might dieand meet youin a brighter placeand maybe put things rightit’s training for lifeit’s training for lifethat I needthat I needthat I needso swim for health and swim for happinessswim for health and swim for happinessand maybe we’ll sleepmaybe we’ll sleepmaybe I’ll sleepmaybe I’ll sleep