Sooner or later we all have to go We fight for a good scar and try enjoying the show Now there's no use in denying the eventual end So wear a big smile or at least do pretend
Everybody's dancin' round a six foot deep hole The devil's purse is full And there's a sale on your soul
If I go before you I'll send you a sign A supernatural transmission that says everything's fine Now if I don't reach you do not despair Just know tomorrow that soon you'll be there
The sooner you get it the punch line to the joke You may live to regret it lost like words you once spoke They say those who are lucky live to be old and gray Decrepit and senile like trash thrown away
