Been long, long time since 1882 I'm not sure how many more moons I can take Won't you put me in the grave? In the Alberta pines, I had a home Found my bones and killed a rose, I have hurt When will it be my turn? Mm, mm There's something to be said about a quick death No time to wonder why Wring out every breath, don't fear the reaper Know there's an end in sight Pity the man who can never die ♪ In my chest is cold, cold steel The scars I've left, they don't quite heal like mine But they're with me all the time Cut your own teeth and move a bridge It's not for trying that I'm living still But they have lacked the will, mm, mm There's something to be said about a quick death No time to wonder why Wring out every breath, don't fear the reaper Know there's an end in sight Pity a man who can never die