You Gotta Die Sometime

[WHIZZER]
Oh my
When all hell broke loose and when the doctor said I'd die
I'd sit and cry
"Why me? Am I rotten?"
So, my sins aren't forgotten and I need a drink
Oh gee, nothing's perfect
I was raging at Marvin and Jason and things in the sink

Let's get on with living for a while
And let's play dumb
Death's gonna come
When it does, I've got nerves
I'll be eating hors d'oeuvres
It's the roll of the dice and no crime
You gotta die sometime

[WHIZZER AND CHARLOTTE]
Death might seem a curse when you're young
But what's worse is
It's only the bеginning of the people dеad (It's only the beginning of the people dead)
It's only the beginning of the people crying (It's only the beginning of the people crying)
It's only the beginning, people locked in bed (It's only the beginning, people locked in bed)
And their stays (And their stays)
(Where they sleep out their days)

[WHIZZER]
Oh, well...
That's the way the cookie crumbles as the wise men tell
Damn it to hell
Why me? Ah, forget it
I don't smoke, don't do drugs
And then comes the bad news
I see, I accept it
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?
Where should I start?
Should I brave from the hills
Will you say I'm on pills
Or explain I'm a man in my prime?
You gotta die sometime

[WHIZZER AND CHARLOTTE]
Death is not a curse, or it is
But what's worse is
It's only the beginning of the people dead (Only the beginning of the people dead)
It's only the beginning of the people crying (Only the beginning of the people crying)
In place of joy, there's something else instead (Place of joy there's something else instead)
That contrives (That contrives)
To murder- (To murder our lives)
-It's only the beginning of the people dead
It's only the beginning of the people crying (Only the beginning of the people crying)
In place of good, there's something else instead (In place of good, there's something else instead)
That contrives (That contrives)
(To murder our lives)

[WHIZZER]
Give me the balls to orchestrate a graceful leave
That's my reprieve
To go out with some style, my head high for a while
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