Who knew Life
Would be The
Harbinger of Death
Collecting more tolls
Than Charon in the lift
Popping banger after banger
Right into my chest
Squeezing out the memories
From in between my teeth
First fall, last call
It all becomes a mess
Someone should'a wrote a book
How Life can give a beating
Simple living, easy breathing
All that shit is cheating
Honey don't stop
Dripping from the leaves
Gather up the sugar
But it ain't feel that sweet
Take a look around
Before you're buried in the ground
Cuz this shit's got a limit
And the scales are starting tippin'















