people die, it's the facts
so there i said it, now you can relax
how's my mom? pretty bad
you asked and now i bet you wish you never had
people die, la de da
it gives the day a certain je ne sais quoi
so you grieve for a spell
and you do the wake, you wish the family well
people die, there they go
you cannot say i did not tell you so..
someday we'll be old and we'll read obituary pages like
and we'll see our old friend's name and will it hurt?
well yeah - of course, then we'll sigh
and we'll pick up the crosswords 'cos people die
people die, its the truth
you can't be weird, you can't be too aloof
but it's weird, folks get freaked
and the confidential memos all get leaked
people die, what i say?
you tell yourself you're with it come what may..
someday we'll be old and we'll do funerals like every
single day, oh yeah
we'll see the children laughing
and we'll think how you wore shades 'cos you won't cry
then you go hit the white zin 'cos people die
believe it or not, i'm trying to cheer you up
i can see it's not succeeding
'cos nobody here's got what you're needing
you're standing at the station and you don't know
here's your ticket, now ride
here's your ticket