You Gotta Die Sometime Songtext
von William Finn

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