Coppelius - Rather Be Dead lyrics

Yes I could relieve my coachman Get rid of my servants as fast as I can Yes I could sell my beloved hat My coat, my shoes, I can do that Yes I could crawl before the master Do as he says work much faster Yes I could ask him for a loan Watch him smiling from his throne I'm in way over my head But to sink that low I'd rather be dead I could get served less expensive food But I would fall in a sullen mood Eat normal food no French cuisine Travel Europe not the Carribean I'm in way over my head But to sink that low I'd rather be dead Yes I could abandon all my precious things Change my life and see what the future brings Yes I could say: I like what you do Say: I love who you are and what you look like too I could get dressed in these rags you have on Though they aren't made of chiffon I'm in way over my head But sink that low I'd rather be dead