It’s a Dyin’ Art
I suffered all these years
Lord, how I sacrificed
I shed a million tears
I paid a dreadful price
When I was just a boy
My mother sat me down
She said, "Listen, son
To what I tell you now
The cosmic wheel
Goes 'round and 'round
When a soul is lost
Another soul is found"
And now you come to me
And try to take away
My very dignity
Well, baby, that's okay
Take my heart
Take my soul
Take my advice
Slip your secrets in a hole
With juniper and jasmine rice
Do me like the buffalo
But use every part
It's just a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art
In the end
I guess I can't complain
I was no choirboy
I dealt my share of pain
I was a cannibal
In my own right
I fed on hopes and dreams
I hid out in the night
And still the wheel goes 'round
It's out of your control
You'd better learn to eat
The crops you like to sow
And now you come to me
And try to bleed me dry
Well, baby, go ahead
I'm happy to oblige
Take my heart
Take my soul
Take my advice
Slip your secrets in a hole
With juniper and jasmine rice
Do me like the buffalo
But use every part
It's just a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art (it's a dyin' art)
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's such a dyin' art (it's a dyin' art)
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's just a dyin' art
Lord, how I sacrificed
I shed a million tears
I paid a dreadful price
When I was just a boy
My mother sat me down
She said, "Listen, son
To what I tell you now
The cosmic wheel
Goes 'round and 'round
When a soul is lost
Another soul is found"
And now you come to me
And try to take away
My very dignity
Well, baby, that's okay
Take my heart
Take my soul
Take my advice
Slip your secrets in a hole
With juniper and jasmine rice
Do me like the buffalo
But use every part
It's just a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art
In the end
I guess I can't complain
I was no choirboy
I dealt my share of pain
I was a cannibal
In my own right
I fed on hopes and dreams
I hid out in the night
And still the wheel goes 'round
It's out of your control
You'd better learn to eat
The crops you like to sow
And now you come to me
And try to bleed me dry
Well, baby, go ahead
I'm happy to oblige
Take my heart
Take my soul
Take my advice
Slip your secrets in a hole
With juniper and jasmine rice
Do me like the buffalo
But use every part
It's just a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art (it's a dyin' art)
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's a dyin' art
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's such a dyin' art (it's a dyin' art)
It's a dyin', dyin' art
It's just a dyin' art
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Writer(s): Jonathan Eric Brenner
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