Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz
VERSE 1
It’s a cryin’ shame; it’s more than criminal
We may be in pain or it may be subliminal
May be wealthy or poor, healthy or lame
But, either way, we’re all the same
CHORUS
We’re all terminal; we’re all gonna pass away
Could be tomorrow; could be today
Could be soon, late or right away
Morning, noon, night or day
Or when we’re old and gray
Either way, let’s watch and pray
That we may be ready on that day
VERSE 2
The sun may be shining; we may be crying in the rain
May be a trust baby, may be a bag lady
May be a bit more typical; don’t wanna be hypocritical
But, either way, there’s no denying
We’re all the same: we’re all terminal
CHORUS
VERSE 3
It can be a hard knock life; it can be pretty difficult
It can be full of strife or arbitrary and whimsical
We may be unknown or have fortune or fame
But we’re all the same: we’re all terminal
BRIDGE
Like dusty rose petals without any rain
When the dust finally settles, what will still remain?
Life is a vapor and it’s fading fast
Like the morning paper, it ain’t gonna last
Flowers may wither like the morning grass
So savor it while it lasts
And live each day as though it may be your last
‘Cuz the future one day will be the past
And before you know it, you'll be lookin' back
So take the time to laugh and cry
And don't let your dreams ever die
OUTRO
It’s a cryin’ shame; it’s more than criminal
We may be in pain or it may be subliminal
Could be unusual or a bit more typical
Relatively easy or a bit more difficult
But we’re all the same: we’re all terminal
CHORUS
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
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