He Dines Out on Death

Lyrics

How could she do it? There's nothing to it A fistful of pills in a foreign hotel She left a note calling him Heartless and ruthless And wishing him well, wishing him well Now he dines out on death How could she do it? Can I live through it? In this week's chic restaurant He touches the hand Of a vapid-eyed girl who once put sweet lips to it She says, "I understand, oh, I understand..." Now he dines out on death How could she do it? Let's help him live through it Say the New York hostesses He takes it so well He lends such distinction to her self-extinction Let's throw him a party, he must be in hell Now he dines out on death