Die On Stage
We're getting old, fat, sick and bald
But there's no way that we'll do what we're told
Too many fights, so many lies
But you don't seem to realize
There are so many tickets to heaven
But there are even more to Hell
A relief is to start to believe
We will die on stage
Going out in a crescendo
We will die on stage
No one of us will back down
To be a slave from birth, 'til grave
Is not an option there are dreams to be saved
So shut your mouth, you make us sick
Find another ass to lick
By the power of love to the music
Breaking out from the cell
From the darkness and into the light
We will die on stage
Going out in a crescendo
We will die on stage
So save all your empty tears
You trick no one
You fool no one
It's a fight every day to make life go round
To step out of bed is just like suicide
Who's writing the scripts, who decide what is right?
We do what we feel and we're tired of your lies
By the power of love to the music
And the feeling that we'll never die
As long as we're spinning around
We will die on stage
Going out in a crescendo
We will die on stage
No one of us will back down
There are so many tickets to heaven
But there are even more to Hell
A relief is to start to believe
We will die on stage
That is a promise
No other way
Die, die, die
We'll never say goodbye
But there's no way that we'll do what we're told
Too many fights, so many lies
But you don't seem to realize
There are so many tickets to heaven
But there are even more to Hell
A relief is to start to believe
We will die on stage
Going out in a crescendo
We will die on stage
No one of us will back down
To be a slave from birth, 'til grave
Is not an option there are dreams to be saved
So shut your mouth, you make us sick
Find another ass to lick
By the power of love to the music
Breaking out from the cell
From the darkness and into the light
We will die on stage
Going out in a crescendo
We will die on stage
So save all your empty tears
You trick no one
You fool no one
It's a fight every day to make life go round
To step out of bed is just like suicide
Who's writing the scripts, who decide what is right?
We do what we feel and we're tired of your lies
By the power of love to the music
And the feeling that we'll never die
As long as we're spinning around
We will die on stage
Going out in a crescendo
We will die on stage
No one of us will back down
There are so many tickets to heaven
But there are even more to Hell
A relief is to start to believe
We will die on stage
That is a promise
No other way
Die, die, die
We'll never say goodbye
Credits
Writer(s): Joachim Dan Nordlund, Johan Lars Lindstedt, Patrik Nils Johansson, Anders Algot Joakim Roberg
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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