| Prepare to meet your maker
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| He’s gonna bring you down
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| The reaper’s knocking at your door
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| And he’ll plant you underground
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| You haven’t got a prayer
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| You’re waiting there to die
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| And when your number’s up
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| You’ll kiss your ass goodbye, goodbye!
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| Sooner or later
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| Everybody buys the farm
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| You know it’s nothing new
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| It’s no reason for alarm
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| You act so cool and calm
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| You don’t even blink an eye
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| You haven’t got me fooled
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| 'Cause no one wants to die!
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| No one, no one survives
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| Meet your maker on the firing line
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| No mistaking, when it’s time it’s time
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| No escaping, when they draw the line
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| If life is taken, please God don’t take mine!
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| Kicking and screaming
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| They will drag you to your grave
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| So face the curtain call now
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| If you’re all so brave
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| This life is terminal
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| We all go in the end
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| The only difference is how we die
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| And when it ends
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| One hundred years from now
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| We’ll all be dead and gone
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| Rotting in our graves
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| Or passed into the world beyond
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| Our days are numbered
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| We’re just waiting for the call
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| Face your mortality
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| For death will take us all!
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| No one, no one survives
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| You die!
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| Prepare to meet your maker
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| He’s gonna bring you down
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| The reaper’s knocking at your door
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| And he’ll plant you underground
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| You haven’t got a prayer
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| You’re waiting there to die
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| And when your number’s up
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| You’ll kiss your ass goodbye, goodbye!
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| No one, no one survives |