Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812 - Pierre lyrics

PIERRE It's dawned on me suddenly And for no obvious reason That I can't go on Living as I am The zest of life has vanished Only the skeleton remains Unexpectedly vile I used to be better CHORUS O Pierre! Our merry feasting crank Our most dear, most kind, most smart and eccentric A warm-hearted Russian of the old school His purse is always empty Cuz it's open to all O Pierre Just one of a hundred sad old men Living out their final days in Moscow PIERRE I drank too much Right now, my friend fights and bleeds And I sit at home and read Hours at a time Hours at my screen Anything, anything Abandoned to distraction In order to forget We waste our lives Drowning in wine I never thought that I'd end up like this I used to better And the women they all pity me Cuz I'm married But not in love Frozen at the center WOMEN Il est charmant; il n'a pas de s**e He is charming; he has no s** CHORUS O Pierre! Our merry feasting crank Our most dear, most kind, most smart and eccentric A warm-hearted Russian of the old school His purse is always empty Cuz it's open to all O Pierre Just one of a hundred sad old men Living out their final days in Moscow PIERRE There's a ringing in my head There's a sickness in the world And everyone knows But pretends that they don't see “Oh, I'll sort it out later” But later never comes PIERRE & MEN And how many men before Good Russian men Believing in goodness and truth PIERRE Entered that door With all their teeth and hair And left it toothless and bald You empty and stupid Contented fellows Satisfied with your place I'm different from you I'm different from you I still want to do something Or do you struggle too? I pity you, I pity me, I pity you I pity you, I pity me, I pity you CHORUS Ah...