Living to Die

He woke up every day to a sign hung above his bed
«Remember you’re dying» is all it read
He met with brothers and others and continued on his way as if to say
«We're in this together
For worse, for better»
Leafing through the pamphlets he stuck out his calloused hands
Standing on the corner, he’d still pray for their demands
And no one said that mourning would be easy
But trying beats dying so he felt content to see
And no one said that mourning would be easy
But trying beats dying so he felt content to see
Hallelujah
And he sings
Hallelujah
And he sings
Hallelujah
And he sings
Hallelujah
He thinks of himself as a «doer» and gets things done
Stacks of goals and footwear holes concur
Schedule billed and mailbox filled
And no time left to think of her
He flips the channel and prays for suicide bombers
So misguided they’d die for a lie
And falls asleep in front of glow of TV’s snow
And winds up awake at night, looking at his sign
And he’s lying on a lie
And he’s lying on a lie
And he’s lying on a lie
And he’s lying on a lie
That says that he’s living
That says that he’s living
That says that he’s living
That says that he’s living
That says that he’s living
That says that he’s living
That says that he’s living
That says that he’s living
That says that he’s living
That says that he’s living
That says that he’s living
That says that he’s living