Sooner or later we all have to go
We fight for a good scar and try enjoying the show
Now there's no use in denying the eventual end
So wear a big smile or at least do pretend

Everybody's dancin' round a six foot deep hole
The devil's purse is full
And there's a sale on your soul

If I go before you I'll send you a sign
A supernatural transmission that says everything's fine
Now if I don't reach you do not despair
Just know tomorrow that soon you'll be there

The sooner you get it the punch line to the joke
You may live to regret it lost like words you once spoke
They say those who are lucky live to be old and gray
Decrepit and senile like trash thrown away