| All Our Days Are Numbered |
| They say you'll go to hell If you get baked The things we know so well Are never faked I've walked some different lines And they're on loan And after all I've heard I miss her moan Your life is not your own You're just hanging out in flesh and bone All our days are numbered It's an age-old spell I've been under You think that when you move You're starting fresh See all the things you hate Up close in the flesh I've walked some different lines And never borrowed But after all I've heard I miss her moan My bag of flesh and blood Will just get buried in the mud Your life is not your own You're just hanging out in flesh and bone All our days are numbered It's an age-old spell I've been under Yeah All our days are numbered It's an age-old spell we've been under |