Extinction will catch up to you
And there is nothing you can do
What fate surely waits
Maybe eaten by wolves
In your sleep
Your time is quickly running out
It's pointless to worry and pout
What fate surely waits
Maybe dying of thirst
Lost at sea
Don't worry your head off
There's always a fate worse than death
Pray you go quietly
Quick and not violently
No need to worry
We all meet our end someday
Pray you go silently
Into the bleak dead of night
You'll soon be dead as a doornail
What stories will your loved ones tell
What fate surely waits
Maybe drowned like a rat
In a latrine
You'll soon be pushing up daises
Laid in a pine box six foot deep
What fate surely waits
Maybe roasted and served
As a cuisine
Don't worry your head off
There's always a fate worse than death
Pray you go quietly
Quick and not violently
No need to worry
We all meet our end someday
Pray you go silently
Into the bleak dead of night
When you meet you maker
Will you still be in one piece
When you take your last bow
Will you fall down on your knees
When you cash in your chips
Will you have your pistol drawn
When the pale horse appears
Will you still have your boots on
Don't worry your head off
There's always a fate worse than death
Pray you go quietly
Quick and not violently
No need to worry
We all meet our end someday
Pray you go silently
Into the bleak dead of night
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