Soon I'll be dead, I'll lay in my bed I've made in my years, I won't shed a tear We're all guilty anyways The dumb games we all play All tarnished and scarred, when did life get so hard We'll drink to aulde lang syne With fortified wine We'll drink to tymes olde from pitchers of gold Soon we'll be dead, To death we'll be wed We'll slip on the ring, It ain't a big thing And though you may curse 'thee' We're angels of mercy And sometimes we fall; Ya can't win them all I'll pass out at dawn And dream of friends gone As the morbid embrace warms over my face And soon we'll be dead, Our brains and our heads They've always forgotten, When did life get so rotten? Soon I'll be dead, I'll lay in my bed I've made in my years, I won't shed a tear Soon we'll be dead, Our brains and our heads They've always forgotten, When did life get so rotten?