Paramedics, brave and strong 
up before the break of dawn 
putting poker faces on 
broken bodies all day long 
the neighbors heard a fight 
someone had a knife 
it must have been the wife 
the husband's lost a lot of blood 
he wakes up screaming "oh my god" 

Am I gonna die? 
Am I gonna die? 
as they strapped his arms down to his sides 
in times like these they've been taught to lie 
"buddy just calm down, you'll be alright" 

several friends came to his grave 
his children were so well behaved 
as the priest gone up to speak 
the assembly craved relief 
but he himself not giving up 
So instead he offered them this bitter cup 

you're gonna die 
we're all gonna die 
Could be 20 years, could be tonight 
Lately I have been wondering why 
We go to so much trouble 
To postpone the unavoidable 
And prolong the pain of being alive