Dead, Dead, Dead, someday you'll be dead Dead, Dead, Dead, someday we'll all be dead. The minute we're born, we start dying, We die a little more every day.. Young or old, rich or poor, There's nothing we can do to stop it.. So look long at that Christmas tree, It may be the last one that you see.. Decorate your house in green and red, 'cos someday you'll be dead..
You might be a king or a little street sweeper, but sooner or later you all dance with the reaper, at christmas - See I made it christmasy by adding the last bit
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Dead, Dead, Dead, someday you'll be dead
Dead, Dead, Dead, someday we'll all be dead.
The minute we're born, we start dying,
We die a little more every day..
Young or old, rich or poor,
There's nothing we can do to stop it..
So look long at that Christmas tree,
It may be the last one that you see..
Decorate your house in green and red,
'cos someday you'll be dead..
You might be a king or a little street sweeper, but sooner or later you all dance with the reaper, at christmas - See I made it christmasy by adding the last bit
...well done.
(i have to stop listening to the south park christmas cd ~ its warping me slowly...)
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