Bitch Of Living
John Gallagher Jr. & Boys Lyrics

God, I dreamed there was an angel
The singer dreams of supernatural intervention

Who could hear me through the wall
The angel had the power to hear the singer's innermost thoughts

As I cried out, like in Latin
The singer cries out for help in a babbling, unintelligible way

"This is so not life at all
The artist feels as if his life is an unbearable burden

Help me out, out of this nightmare"
The artist pleads with the angel for help escaping his terrible situation

Then I heard her silver call
The angel responds to the singer's cries for help

She said, "Just give it time, kid
The angel tells the singer to be patient and wait for things to improve

I come to one and all"
The angel offers her help to anyone in need, not just the artist

She said, "Give me that hand, please
The angel asks the artist to take her hand

And the itch you can't control
The artist has some desire or need that is causing him distress

Let me teach you how to handle
The angel offers to teach the singer how to deal with his troubles

All the sadness in your soul
The artist is deeply unhappy

Oh, we'll work that silver magic
The angel promises to use her powers to help the singer

Then we'll aim it at the wall"
The plan is to target some problem with a magical solution

She said, "Love may make you blind, kid
The angel warns the singer that love can be dangerous

But I wouldn't mind at all"
The angel seems unconcerned with the risks associated with love

It's the bitch of living
Life is hard and full of suffering

(Bitch, just the bitch)
It's a vulgar, distasteful experience

Nothing but your hand
All the singer can do is try to pull himself up by his own bootstraps

(Just the bitch, yeah)
It's a thankless, miserable existence

Just the bitch of living
This is all there is to life

As someone, you can't stand
The artist is stuck in an unpleasant situation with someone he dislikes

See, each night, it's like, fantastic
The singer's life is a confusing, surreal experience

Tossing, turning, without rest
The artist can't sleep because he's preoccupied with his worries

'Cause my day's at the piano
The singer spends his days practicing music

With my teacher and her breasts
The singer is obsessed with his music teacher's body

And the music's, like, the one thing
Playing music is the only thing that brings the singer joy

I can even get at all
The artist is unable to find happiness or satisfaction in any other aspect of his life

And those breasts, I mean God, please
The artist is caught up in his carnal desires

Just let those apples fall
The singer wishes he could indulge his sexual cravings without consequences

It's the bitch of living
Life is a never-ending cycle of disappointment and difficulty

(bitch, ah, ah, ah)
It's exhausting and frustrating

With nothing going on, nothing going on
The artist feels trapped in a tedious, stagnant existence

Asking, "what went wrong?"
The artist is looking back on his life and questioning his decisions

Do they think we want this?
The singer feels victimized by society

Oh, who knows?
It's impossible to say why things are so hard

See, there's showering at gym class
The singer is uncomfortable with his body and his peers

Bobby Maler, he's the best
The singer admires Bobby Maler's social status

Looks so nasty in those khakis
The singer finds Bobby Maler unattractive

God, my whole life's, like, some test
The artist feels as if he's being tested or punished

Then there's Marianna Wheelan
The artist has a romantic interest in Marianna Wheelan

As if she'd return my call
The singer doesn't believe Marianna Wheelan is interested in him

It's like, just kiss some ass, man
The singer feels as if he needs to manipulate people in order to get what he wants

Then you can screw 'em all
The artist believes that success with people is based on manipulation and opportunism

And living in your head
The artist is consumed by his own thoughts and worries

And sensing God is dead
The artist feels as if his faith and hope are misplaced

And trying to get ahead
The singer is struggling to improve his situation

Just gettin' out of bed
Even the simplest tasks can be difficult and draining

It's the bitch of living, living, living
Life is an ongoing, unrelenting struggle

And getting what you get
Success is never guaranteed, and often feels unsatisfactory

Just the bitch of living
This is all there is to life

And, knowing this is it
The artist feels disillusioned with his life

God, is this it?
The artist is asking whether this is all there is to life

This can't be it
The singer is desperate for something more out of life

Oh, God, what a bitch
The singer laments the difficulties of life