| The last thing on my list of things to do is try dying
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| If you wanna live forever, then you will die trying
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| Inevitable like the weather, there’s no use in lying
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| Death makes life worth living, so stop crying
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| Are you listening?
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| Are your ears open for christening?
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| Cause I’m pissing in the very same well you’ve been wishing in
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| 'Til it’s glistening
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| Ain’t a nice image but it’s a clear one
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| Listen hear son
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| This ain’t dismissive, this is fearsome
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| Fearsome fearsome I fear some things
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| But I don’t fear death, or other natural rumblings
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| Paranoia wrapped up
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| In loosely factual fumblings
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| The end is never how I go from your day with fun things
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| Feel the need to be the one right now to highlight
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| Nothing of significance will happen in your life
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| Damn that feels harsh!
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| I guess it’s why we fly
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| Into every headline of fear-mongering lies
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| Life ain’t a bitch and death ain’t a skeleton
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| To personify that shit is a way of repelling them
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| Thousands of people stood alone in a crowd
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| Waiting to be covered by a burial shroud
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| The sky is falling!
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| (Nah it ain’t it’s just rain)
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| The sky is falling!
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| (Nah na-nah it’s barely spitting)
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| The sky is falling!
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| (The sky ain’t falling, everything remains the same, you’ve still got work in
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| the morning)
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| You can’t hide from the hearse ride
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| Whoever said that shit could reverse lives
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| You can’t hide from the hearse rides
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| You can’t hide from the hearse rides
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| You can’t hide
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| Who’s that waiting down by the graveyard?
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| Who’s that waiting down by the graveyard?
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| Who’s that waiting down by the graveyard?
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| Nah it ain’t me, nah it ain’t me |