people die, it's the facts
so there i said it, now you can relax
how's my mom? pretty bad
you asked and now i bet you wish you never had

people die, la de da
it gives the day a certain je ne sais quoi
so you grieve for a spell
and you do the wake, you wish the family well

people die, there they go
you cannot say i did not tell you so..

someday we'll be old and we'll read obituary pages like the sports
and we'll see our old friend's name and will it hurt?
well yeah - of course, then we'll sigh
and we'll pick up the crosswords 'cos people die

people die, its the truth
but it's weird, folks get freaked
and the confidential memos all get leaked

people die, what i say?
you tell yourself you're with it come what may..

someday we'll be old and we'll do funerals like every single day, oh yeah
we'll see the children laughing
and we'll think how you wore shades 'cos you won't cry
then you go hit the white zin 'cos people die

believe it or not, i'm trying to cheer you up
i can see it's not succeeding
'cos nobody here's got what you're needing
you're standing at the station and you don't know what's inside

here's your ticket, now ride
here's your ticket