Someone dies before to live
There's no time now to please
Forgive 'bout your own mistakes
Praise the Lord your soul to take
Stupid man, you fucked up!
Living loud it should be, (the road)
Got to take your last breath
Close your eyes you can't see, (your God)
"You can't kill me", say to Grim
Can't escape from him, (ask: "Why?")
Death wants stupid cause they can
Die for hundreds reasons, man!
You know, someone likes to die
Running with scissors, ready to cry
Nobody cares about lives
All that I say can't call lies
Old McDonald had a farm
Said the tune, it can't do harm
But the countryman and his art
With a cow and killer fart
In a rainy day
One man stucked on a railway
To protect his car, "Go back"
The result, was a train wreck
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These are the stories of people
That broken and ripped and scarred are ready to die
Women died for a cock
Hundreds killed by their doc
"Smile", last word you've heard
When you lie down the rock
Men will die one by one
Ain't so nice from the clouds
Like the birds in the sky
Thousand milions ways to die
Every day, every night
We all got to fight
No food, no sleep
Be concerned if you're sick
Handful of money
Fill out your mouth
No more breath
Try to shout
You can be the king
You can be the best
But when you lie here
Like me got to rest