Extinction will catch up to you And there is nothing you can do What fate surely waits, Maybe eaten by wolves In your sleep
Your time is quickly running out It’s pointless to worry and pout What fate surely waits Maybe dying of thirst Lost at sea
Don’t worry your head off There’s always a fate worse than death Pray you go quietly Quick and not violently
No need to worry We all meet our end someday Pray you go silently Into the bleak dead of night
You’ll soon be dead as a doornail What stories will your loved ones tell What fate surely waits Maybe drowned like a rat In a latrine
You’ll soon be pushing up daises Laid in a pine box six foot deep What fate surely waits Maybe roasted and served As a cuisine
Don’t worry your head off There’s always a fate worse than death Pray you go quietly Quick and not violently
No need to worry We all meet our end someday Pray you go silently Into the bleak dead of night
When you meet you maker Will you still be in one piece
When you take your last bow Will you fall down on your knees
When you cash in your chips Will you have your pistol drawn
When the pale horse appears Will you still have your boots on.
Don’t worry your head off There’s always a fate worse than death Pray you go quietly Quick and not violently
No need to worry We all meet our end someday Pray you go silently Into the bleak dead of nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
