You Gotta Die Sometime

[Whizzer]

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 all men?

Doctor, here's the good part

At least death means

I'll never be scared about dying again

Let's 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 d'oeuvres

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

That's it

That's the ball game

I don't smoke, don't do drugs

And then comes the bad news

I quit

That's 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

Death's 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

That's 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