i'm a victim of my device i haven't got enough clarity to dwell upon the afterlife the need to have the patience and i don't wanna wait in vain so i set up for the simple logic that only my bones remain
and you're not living to tell me
and we're not gonna find out
so i might as well expect the worst which is just like questioning which of the chicken or the egg came first it doesn't make an difference and i'll be dead before i find out for that reason i can't give you
and you're not living to tell me (x2)
and we're not gonna find out
if your life's that precious then what's the fuss about i don't care what's in store for me
and you're not living to tell me (x2)
and we're not gonna find out