I'm going old,
you're going old
We're growing old,
he's going older
He won't need no working anymore
He's lying dead, he's lying dead
He won't need no loving anymore
He's lying dead, he's lying dead
He will get some flowers tomorrow
He's lying dead, he's lying dead
He will go to church tomorrow
He's lying dead, he's lying dead
Mistake of nature, mistake of life
No God, no God, fuck fuck you
I just shot a bullet into your head
You're going to be dead
Like John Lennon
you're better-off dead
you're going to be dead