You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy, you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord He hands you to your mom, she set you free in to this life And where do you go With no destination, no maps to guide you Wouldn't you know That it doesn't matter, we all end up the same These are the chronicals of life and death and everything between These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem You come in this world and you go out just the same Today could be the best day of your life And money talks in this world That's what idiots will say But you'll find out that this world Is just an idiot parade Before you go You've got some questions that you want answered But now you're old, cold, covered in blood Right back to where you started from These are the chronicals of life and death and everything between These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem You come in this world and you go out just the same Today could be the best day of your life These are the chronicals of life and death and everything between These are the stories of our lives as fictional as they may seem You come in this world and you go out just the same Today could be the best day of Today could be the worst day of Today could be the last day of your life It's your life, your life © EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; DEAD EXECUTIVES PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com