Em Cmaj7 Em Cmaj7

[Verse]
Em Cmaj7
Okay—
  C                      B
When the doctor started using phrases like
Em        Cmaj7
"You'll pass away"
        C
What could I say?
       F
I said, Doctor
       F
In plain English
        Em        Cmaj7
Tell me why was I chosen
    B
Why me of all men?
F
Doctor, here's the good part
         Em
At least death means
     Cmaj7        C         B
I'll never be scared about dying again

Em Cmaj7

Em   Cmaj7                      B
Let's get on with living while we can
    Em        Cmaj7
And not play dumb
          C
Death's gonna come

[Chorus]
        Em              C
When it does, screw the nerves
        Am             G
I'll be eating hors d'oeuvres
         C           G           B
It's the roll of the dice and no crime
                        Em   Cmaj7
You gotta die sometime

Em Cmaj7

[Bridge]
Cmaj7              G
Death is not a friend
B                  Em
But I hope in the end
D                                                G
He takes me in his arms and lets me hold his face
D
He holds me in his arms and whispers something funny
Am                                       C
He lifts me in his arms and tells me to embrace
     B
His attack
                          Em
Then the scene turns to black

[Verse]
Em        Cmaj7
Life sucks
C           B
People always hate a loser
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And they hate lame ducks
C          B
Screw me and shucks
F
That's it
That's the ball game
         Em
I don't smoke, don't do drugs
         B
And then comes the bad news
F
I quit
That's the ball game
  C
It's the chink in the armor
     B
The shit in the karma
         Em Cmaj7
The blues

C          B
Can I keep my cool despite the urge
        Em   Cmaj7
To fall apart?
C          B
How should I start?

[Chorus]
        Em       C
I would cry if I could
       Am           G
But it does no damn good
   C             G         B
To explain I'm a man in my prime
                      Em  Cmaj7
You gotta die sometime

Em Cmaj7

[Bridge]
Cmaj7
Death's a funny pal
 G                     B
With a weird sort of talent
   D                                                    G
He puts his arms around my neck and walks me to the bed
D
He pins me up against the wall and kisses me like crazy
Am
The many stupid things I thought about with dread
     B
Now delight
                          Em
Then the scene turns to white

[Verse]
C         B                      Em       Cmaj7
Give me the balls to orchestrate a graceful leave
C       B
That's my reprieve

[Chorus]
Em
To go out
        C
Without care
        Am          G
My head high in the air
         C           G             B
It's the last little mountain I'll climb

I'll climb
              G
You gotta die sometime
              Em
You gotta die sometime

You gotta die sometime
                 G
You gotta die sometime, sometime

Sometime, sometime
Em
Sometime, sometime