Well, I've been
fucked up a little,
I've been a leg spindle,
I've abused and I've been amused
I have worked for a living,
I've taken and I've given,
and I try to fill my father's big shoes
There's a use in nagging
When the end is near
And there's a sense in praying
Until you're gonna disappear
Oh yeah
It's like I wasn't there
I wasn't there at all,
at all, at all, at all
Death gets me right, the real funeral
Doesn't make it better at all
Death gets me right, the real funeral
Tak ing a bow against my code
Death gets me right, the real funeral
Doesn't make it better at all
Death gets me right,
the real funeral
Taking a bow against my code
I'm confined to my bed
with visions in my head
Of the things that I wanted to do
Of the girls that I miss,
the girls I never kissed
And the things I never said to you
But there's no use in nagging
When the end is near
And there's no sense in praying,
we're soon gonna disappear
Oh yeah, it's like I wasn't there
I wasn't there at all,
at all, at all, at all
Death gets me round the
rear view mirror
Doesn't make it better at all
Death gets me round the
rear view mirror
Taking a boat, getting back home
Death gets me right,
the rear view mirror
Doesn't make it better at all
Death gets me right,
the rear view mirror
Taking a fall, getting my call
Death gets me wrong
Death gets me wrong
Death gets me wrong
Death gets me wrong
Math test
Death gets me rough