Sleeping on the ground behind the city limit sign
Lumber train coming thru right on time
Making chopsticks and toothpicks out of beautiful trees
I got to keep moving if I want to stay free
Wait your turn
Walk dont run
Watching leaves hit the ground one by one
I think i know how but i never know when
The earth goes around the sun again
Next in line is the next of kin
Aint that the way it has always been
Ill give you everything I have for free
All you got to do is outlive me
All you got to do is outlive me
Myrrh is mine Its a bitter perfume
Breathing a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing sighing bleeding and dying
Sealed tight in a stone called tomb
Next in line is the next of kin
Aint that the way it has always been
Ill give you everything I have for free
All you got to do is outlive me
All you got to do is outlive me
Next in line is the next of kin
Aint that the way it has always been
Ill give you everything I have for free
All you got to do is outlive me
All you got to do is outlive me