So, you're feeling unimportant, 'Cuz you've got nothing to say. And your life is just a ramble No one understands you anyway
Well, I got a piece of news son, That might make you change your mind Your life is historically meaningful And spans a significant time
Slumber will come soon And you are helping to put it to sleep Side by side we do our share Faithfully assuring That slumber will come soon.
Well, now do you feel a little better Lift up your head and walk away No way we're all in this together For such a short time anyway
There is just no time to parade around Sulking, I would rather laugh than cry The rich, the poor, the strong, the weak We share this place together And we pitch into help it die We pitch into help it die!
I'm not too good at giving morals And I don't fear the consequence If life makes you scared and bitter At least it's not for very long