We're all dying so
why's there so much trouble
to be alive
All the times, All the days
Older Years and Early Graves
So why's there so much
trouble
to be alive
Death merchants,
yeah,
they bleed your eyes
True believers
All Pushed Aside
Another shine
right on
an advertiser sign
Looks right to
you
says
You ain't mine
Pushed to lifelessness
Or a life
of crime
Pushed to idle lives
or jumping blind.
Well, we're all dying so
Where else can you go
All the trouble to be
true alive
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