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You’re going to die

D’you know your hair keeps growing after you die
And your nails keep growing too
But then the worms come along and they eat your eyes
And that’s the end of you

There’s no point crying or moping around
Cos the one thing we all share
Is in 80 years we’ll be an untended grave
With a rotted corpse down there

Cos
You’re going to die
(You’re going to die)
You’re going to die
(You’re going to die)
I don’t know how, or when or why
But you’re going to die
All I know is your life will end, my friend
And the worms will start eating your eyes
Then you’ll fade out of people’s memories
Quite shortly after you die


You might die in a lonely alley
You might die in a public place
In the middle of town with a crowd gathered round
Watching the blood drain from your lifeless face

You might burn to death in the wreck of a car
You might die from a blow to the head
You might drown on a negligent ferry
Or burn to death in bed

But
You’re going to die
(You’re going to die)
You’re going to die
(You’re going to die)
I don’t know how, or when or why
But you’re going to die
You can cram your face full of Botox and fillers
But the truth is you’re living a lie
You’re denying the facts, painting over the cracks
Because you’re going to die


You might get cancer grow inside your bones
You might die in a flat all alone
They’ll find you as a skeleton still holding a cup
In an armchair with your Christmas decorations still up
You might die at the hands of an angel of death
Like Beverley Allit or Doctor Shipman
But it’s far more likely statistics say
You’ll just die in your kip, man

You might die like Michael Hutchence
Cos a wank’s no longer enough
You might die like poor Jade Goody
With a tumour up your hairy muff
You might get shot on your doorstep like Jill Dando
And they never find the proof
Or you might die like Rod Hull and Emu
Falling off a roof

But
You’re going to die
(You’re going to die)
You’re going to die
(You’re going to die)
I don’t know how, or when or why
But you’re going to die
You might believe in God and heaven
But there’s no one up there in the sky
Cos when you croak all there is is blackness and nothing
Because you’re going to die…

Oh fuck, and so am I
 
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