The Shouting End of Life

Some died in ecstasy

Some died in poverty

But they all die with their boots on

At the shouting end of life

Roll me out a barrel, I'll toast you to your knees

Take away this safety net, bring me my trapeze

Order me a stretcher, for midnight if you please

Give me sweet music and strife;

Anything could put me in that long black wooden box

Gunpowder, whisky or the two-tone Chinese pox

But I'm not going quietly, I do not feel the call

I want to stay at the shouting end

So honey, let's not go at all

I will not go

As long as the room keeps swaying to and fro

As long as the band can play

Here is where i'm gonna stay

I'm gonna stay at the shouting end

The shouting end of life

Tea-time with the vultures, drinking with the press

Never trust a vulture that wants you to confess

Me, whose only problem is an excess of excess

They might as well hand you the knife

Gunpowder, whisky, falling off the wire

Anything could put me in that ever after choir

Hacks that want to see me shuffle off the shelf

I hand them each a bottle, I say:

Go fuck yourself

I will not go

As long as the room keeps swaying to and fro

As long as the band can play

Here is where i'm gonna stay

I'm gonna stay at the shouting end

The shouting end of life

I will not go

As long as the room keeps swaying to and fro

As long as the band can play

Here is where i'm gonna stay

I'm gonna stay at the shouting end

The shouting end of life

I'm gonna stay at the shouting end

The shouting end of life

'm gonna stay at the shouting end

The shouting end of life...

I will not go!