New born baby
Laying in his crib
Don't have a chance
He'll end up dead
Teenage girl
Out on a date
Matter of time
Death is her fate

Future Dead People
That's what we are
All on death row
So bizarre
Future Dead People
March to the grave
Everyone's lost
No one's saved

Middle age woman
Lost her looks
Will lose her life
Her prayer book
Tired old man
In a nursing home
Waits for the Reaper
He's almost gone

Future Dead People
That's what we are
All on death row
So bizarre
Future Dead People
March to the grave
Everyone's lost
No one's saved

All casualties
On this trip
No survivors
On this ship

music

I'll be 70
Come December
Now I wonder
How much longer

Future Dead People
That's what we are
All on death row
So bizarre
Future Dead People
March to the grave
Everyone's lost
No one's saved

As far as I can see
Into the future
Everyone born
Is born to die
Born to cry
Born to die

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