Many different faces, many bodies walking by Beautiful and smooth and so young when they die Soon they will be forgotten and won't ever be seen again Sometimes you keep them in your mind Some may be appealing and some other may be not There are so many they vary from unacceptable to hot You'll never get to know them, you never will recall their names You call it sad, but you don't mind Some are straight and settled in the daylight Smear face when the rain pours down I remember the words of the stranger: "Live fast and you die with a sound" So that's the story that's the way it has to be Unless you change your fulsome attitude release your vanity For we are only mortal and on the day the curtain falls You'll see me laughing all the time