Life/Death

Life
It goes on every day
Through the snow and the rain
Its a game that you just have to play for a long time
Something to say
‘Bout the first day
You get stuck spinning round up in your own grave
Death
Right under your nose
c ring round the rosey posey pocket full of posies
Something to say
‘Bout the first day
You get stuck spinning round up in your own grave
Death
In just one last breath
Reality check, break your neck, effects direct, accidents will intersect
Something to say
‘Bout the first day
You get stuck spinning round up in your own grave