You Got To Die Some Time

Okay
 When the doctor started using phrases like
 "You'll pass away"
 What could I say?
 I said, "Doctor
 In plain english
 Tell me why was I chosen?
 Why me of al men?
 Doctor
 Here's the good part
 At least death means
 I'll never be scared
 About dying again"
 Lets get on with living while we can
 And not play dumb
 Death's gonna come
 When it does
 Screw the nerves
 I'll be eating hors'deavres
 It's the roll of the dice and no crime
 You gotta die sometime
 Death is not a friend
 But I hope in the end
 He takes me in his arms
 And lets me hold his face
 He holds me in his arms
 And whispers something funny
 He lifts me in his arms and tells me
 To embrace his attack
 Then the scene turns to black
 Life sucks
 People always hate a loser
 And they hate lame ducks
 Screw me and shucks
 Thats it
 Thats the ball game
 I don't smoke
 Don't do drugs
 And then comes the bad news
 I quit
 Thats the ball game
 It's the chink in the armor
 The shit in the karma
 The blues
 Can I keep my cool despite the urge to fall apart
 How should I start?
 I would cry if I could
 But it does no damn good
 To explain I'm a man in my prime
 You gotta die sometime
 Deaths a funny pal
 With a weird sort of talent
 He puts his arms around my neck
 And walks me to the bed
 He pins me up against the wall
 And kisses me like crazy
 The many stupid things
 I thought about with dread
 Now delight
 Then the scene turns to white
 Give me the balls to orchestrate a graceful leave
 Thats my reprieve
 To go out
 Without care
 My head high in the air
 It's the last little mountain I'll climb
 I'll climb
 You gotta die sometime
 You gotta die sometime
 You gotta die sometime
 You gotta die sometime
 Sometime
 Sometime
 Sometime
 Sometime
 Sometime
 Sometime
 Sometime