| You’ve got an invalid haircut
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| It hurts when you smile
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| You’d better get out of town
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| Before your nickname expires
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| It’s the kingdom of the spiders
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| It’s the empire of the ants
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| You need a permit to walk around downtown
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| You need a license to dance
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| Life’ll kill you
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| That’s what I said
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| Life’ll kill you
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| And then you’ll be dead
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| Life’ll find you
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| Wherever you go
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| Requiescat in pace
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| That’s all she wrote
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| From the president of the United States
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| To the lowliest rock and roll star
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| The doctor is in and he’ll see you now
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| He don’t care who you are
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| Some get the awful, awful diseases
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| Some get the knife, some get the gun
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| Some get to die in their sleep
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| At the age of a hundred and one
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| Life’ll kill you
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| That’s what I said
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| Life’ll kill you
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| Then you’ll be dead
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| Life’ll find you
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| Wherever you go
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| Requiescat in pace
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| That’s all she wrote
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| Maybe you’ll go to heaven
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| See uncle Al and uncle Lou
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| Maybe you’ll be reincarnated
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| Maybe that stuff’s true
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| Maybe if you were good
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| Maybe you’ll come back as someone nice
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| And maybe if you were bad
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| You’ll have to pay the price
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| Life’ll kill you
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| That’s what I said
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| Life’ll kill you
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| Then you’ll be dead
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| Life’ll find you
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| Wherever you go
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| Requiescat in pace
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| That’s all she wrote |