All alone here on the internet Looking for cures that ain't invented yet If I don't want to die, then I'm not gonna die
I need validation for your parking lot Though I'm not sure your science is even worth the cost She said “Now mister, sit down, and I'll tell you again There ain't no magic potion for the state that you're in. ” Well I need another opinion, see you, thanks a lot
I need another prescription from illegal stock And why I'm so denied, is a mystery that no key unlocks I said “You might as well give enough for six weeks hey And have you any more info, I'll be quiet and pay” Oh, I really can't be dealing with these crooked docs
I see a rare looking bird out the car window Flying like a sign, like he's saying “I know” This isn't my time to die, you're never really gonna die I never really want to die, I'm never really gonna die
Life… it holds a whip and beats you to the clock But why it picks on mine, is an unfairness I can't miss off I've done the juices and the cleanses, but it's too New Age I'm waiting for the gold that the big labs make And I'm getting near my wits end with this feudal hock
I find a penny on the floor at the late-night show And a girl called Lucky, well what do you know? This isn't my time to die, I'm never really going to die I call my daughter right up, just to say “Hello” I'm clawing at the bottom of an all-time-low Am I really gonna die? Am I really gonna die?
Am I really gonna die? Am I really gonna die? Am I really gonna die? Am I really gonna die? “Hey, Dad, don't say that, hey, Dad, don't say that” Am I really gonna die? Am I really gonna die? “Hey, Dad, don't say that, hey, Dad, don't say that”
Compositores: Harry Mcveigh (White Lies), Jack Frederick Lawrence Brown (Jack Brown), Charles William Peter Cave (Charles Cave) ECAD: Obra #31911850