Because I don't want to die
Yeah it's no disassemble
All the headstones and dead bones
I start to resemble
Now I stare at my hand
And it's all going rotten
If I think cos I am
I can't think if I'm not and
See I'm scared of the blackness
But I'm scared of the light
Will I pop like a bubble?
No, it doesn't seem right
I want to fight against age
Want to rage, rage forever
But the sage in me's saying
That's a move none too clever
Cos whatever I do
However hard that I fight
I see the day sinking closer
To a long, dark night
And now I'm starting to suss it
What the world calls belief
In a soul, cos without it yeah
We're just haunted beef
Yeah we're rare steak possessed
We're just food for the preacher
A little voice in my head
Says he's something to teach you
All that stuff that he's shouting
To a hall full of people
In a damp dingy church
With a tall crooked steeple
And he's hardly half-hearted
No he's less than detached
While he's selling salvation
With the strings still attached
Cos I don't want to die
Yeah it's no disassemble
All the headstones and dead bones
I start to resemble
Now I stare at my hand
And it's all going rotten
If I think cos I am
I can't think if I'm not and
In his pulpit, the culprit
Says it's time to give thanks
To a strange bearded geezer
That they nailed to some planks
And He's a tough cookie
They stuck thorns in His head
Then He popped back to visit
Just like Day of the Dead
Now the priest's fist tightens
As he launches his bid
Says you play your cards correctly
You'll return like He did
And as the priest leads the prayer
I see myself down the front
With my hair all respectable
And dressed like a muppet
Got my hands pressed together
Like I'm taking a dive
Like I'm a cold hollow puppet
Of the will to survive
Cos I don't want to die
Yeah it's no disassemble
All the headstones and dead bones
I start to resemble
Now I stare at my hand
And it's all going rotten
If I think cos I am
I can't think if I'm not and
While the priest goes on chatting
About heavenly bliss
I get the sudden cold inkling
That he's taking the piss
And as I look round
I see a dead congregation
With their heads full of worms
Yeah their dry conversation
There's no heat in their eyes
Just the smug satisfaction
That they've turned bulletproof
Cos they chose the right faction
Hear the action of clockwork
The cogs in their brains
See their mouths work in unison
The same old refrains
Now I'm up from my seat
And I'm starting to move
I can see my complexion
Begin to improve
As I push past pews
Robots shooting eye-lasers
Turn the room to a disco
With beams sharp as razors
And I make it outside
And I fall to my knees
And I sigh at the touch
Of a cool summer breeze
And it's moments like these ones
That make me recall
I'd rather live once and die
Yeah than not live at all
Cos I don't want to die
Yeah it's no disassemble
But there's treats that I've found
Make my whole body tremble
Now I stare at my hand
Yeah it's packed with rare power
And it's mine for this second,
This minute, this hour
Cos I don't want to die
Yeah it's no disassemble
Yeah I don't want to die
Yeah it's no disassemble
Yeah I don't want to die
Yeah it's no disassemble
But I'm not too keen
On giving up fags and booze, either.
