Waoaooahhhhhhh I was somewhere down the road but there's a ditch yeah there's a hole that marks the spot where you will lie when you are culled And you can run and you can hide you can bitch and you can whine But you'll never save your life When you meet death Be out of breath And say your pleased to see him cause you're tired Now you can go down with the wreck or you can scurry from the deck but there's no way to save your skinny little neck And you can pray to who you'll please and you can fall down to your knees but your feet will still get wet When you meet death Be out of breath And say your pleased to see him cause you're tired Of wondering how much time you've got left Of worrying that you're no good at chess It's your funeral anyway choose your game Then let's play Waaaahhh Yeah When you meet death Be out of breath And say your pleased to see him Infact you're waiting for this meeting And frankly his time keeping leaves a lot to be desired So tell that hooded huntsman that he's fired