We find ourselves dissolved in soil When you got to go you got to go But wouldn't it be nice to have a say When I take my dying breath You'd better bet your life I'm going out We're told will keep us sheltered From the threat of the bear As they adopt their fighting stance And assume the position, configuration When I take my dying breath You'd better bet your life I'm going out I want to be the first to go, to test the water I miss those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer All the things I took for granted but most of all When I take my dying breath You'd better bet your life I'm going out