Damen und Herren

I don’t want to live forever.

I’m sick of immortality.

I don’t want fame, whatsoever.

I’m sick of my venality.

I don’t want to live forever.

I’m sick of immortality.

I don’t want fame, whatsoever.

I’m sick of my venality.

My rib was stolen by Adam

And so now I’m working nights to

Get a new one. And, I’m at him

Daily to sell me the rights to

His life’s story because he gave

Eve my internal crib that day

And now my babies won’t behave.

What’s a guy to do but decay?

I don’t want to live forever.

I’m sick of immortality.

I don’t want fame, whatsoever.

I’m sick of my venality.

I don’t want to live forever.

I’m sick of immortality.

I don’t want fame, whatsoever.

I’m sick of my venality.