of an ailing, failing family.
to preserve the family fame.
Mother's stupid snobbery,
my father's desperate gambling,
Combined to lose the deeds
And so Mother brings me heiresses
The weak -chinned and the widowed
The simpering, the whimpering
And I treat them all with diffidence
I didn't save my elder brother's life
And her evil little schemes
She'd be better dead than living
If her ghost was not forgiving
She could haunt the stone forever
and destroy all of our dreams
Cause they sold my little sister
into some strange form of slavery
She's living somewhere far away
with someone that she hates
But I know she must be smiling
cause that whore escaped this hell hole
And the one revenge I have
occurs the moment it's too late
You'd think I might be pining
for some paupered little country girl
My folks won't let me marry
cos she doesn't have a sue
That's just reserved for nobles,
need not worry me and you
Cos there's no one in this world
for me will ever make me happy
My attentions don't lie elsewhere,
well, they don't even exist
And the truth is I could marry
any pampered little socialite
But the family's on the edge,
they're looking down at the abyss
So goodbye to all my creditors,
Bad news to you my family,
our house is all in ruins now,
And this is how it seems to me,
must I prolong the agony?
and we don't know why we're here
And our name'd be better on a tomb,
so leave me with my opium
I haven't even got the strength