Tomorrow when you die, they'll break the mold
Shut down the sky, the sun will turn cold
They'll close the parks and when they read your will
The moon will go dark, the earth will stand still

Your days are numbered
From one to one hundred
Tomorrow when you die
Will be day one hundred and five

Tomorrow when you die, they'll break the mold
Shut down the sky, the sun will turn cold
As cold as ice

Tomorrow when you die
Tomorrow when you die
Tomorrow when you die
Tomorrow when you die
As cold as ice