This thing called life

Maybe some cold water
I hear Pink Floyd, Neil Young, whatever
Nobody ever said "good morning, dear"
In "The End", everyone wants to hear a nice cliche

Has anyone ever told you
that this thing called life is gonna work out
Has anyone ever told you
how would it be if I died?

Maybe a bucket full of cold water
Since the glasses are broken
Nobody ever said "good night, my lover"
In "The End", everyone wants to hear a nice cliche

Has anyone ever told you
that this thing called life is gonna work out
Has anyone ever told you
how would it be if I died?

Maybe a bag filled with ice
The white smoke burned my eyes
Nobody ever said "don't cry, sweet child"
In "The End", everyone wants to hear a nice cliche

Has anyone ever told you
that this thing called life is gonna work out
Has anyone ever told you
how would it be if I died?

Maybe I'll drink some more
Anything that makes me through the night
It's easy to cry in the shower
'Couse your tears don't bother to dry
Nobody ever said "you look wonderful tonight"
And "why do I write in fucking english"?
In "The End", everyone wants to hear a nice cliche

Has anyone ever told you
that this thing called life is gonna work out
Has anyone ever told you
how would it be if I died?

So are you gonna keep waiting
For someone who gives you a heart to love
A goal to catch
A fly to kill
A road to ride
A mind to trust
A coffee to drink
A reason to wake up
A life to live
Or are you gonna ask
How would it be if I died?


Is it gonna work out?