Soon I'll be dead, I'll lay in my bed

I've made in my years, I won't shed a tear



We're all guilty anyways

The dumb games we all play

All tarnished and scarred, when did life get so hard

We'll drink to aulde lang syne

With fortified wine

We'll drink to tymes olde from pitchers of gold



Soon we'll be dead, To death we'll be wed

We'll slip on the ring, It ain't a big thing



And though you may curse 'thee'

We're angels of mercy

And sometimes we fall; Ya can't win them all

I'll pass out at dawn

And dream of friends gone

As the morbid embrace warms over my face



And soon we'll be dead, Our brains and our heads

They've always forgotten, When did life get so rotten?



Soon I'll be dead, I'll lay in my bed

I've made in my years, I won't shed a tear

Soon we'll be dead, Our brains and our heads

They've always forgotten, When did life get so rotten?