Well you can tell by the way I restrain my semen I am brahmachari, no time for women Society, friendship and love Will not help you when your time is up
You say you're all right, you are OK The mudhas always talk that way But you do not know When you will be dead One piano could fall on your head
Whether you are Brahma or the President Obama You are going to die, going to die Time is going to crush you into little bits of dust And you are going to die, going to die Ha ha ha ha going to die going to die Ha ha ha ha going to die ay yay yay ay yay yay yay yes!
I don't know why you try to sense gratify When the fact is that you are going to die You may DO exercise in fancy shoes, but race against time you must lose
You think you are all right you are OK But the threefold misery is here to stay So you put your head Into the sand Let maya kick on other end
Whether you are Brahma or the President Obama You are going to die, going to die Time is going to crush you into little bits of dust And you are going to die, going to die Ha ha ha ha going to die going to die Ha ha ha ha going to die ay yay yay ay yay yay yay yes!