| Sooner or later | |
| Ready or not | |
| We find ourselves dissolved in soil | |
| The big sleep state | |
| I don't worry | |
| When you got to go you got to go | |
| But wouldn't it be nice to have a say | |
| In our final day | |
| When I take my dying breath | |
| You'd better bet your life | |
| I'm going out | |
| Screaming | |
| Like I came in | |
| Screaming | |
| Love and emotion | |
| We're told will keep us sheltered | |
| From the threat of the bear | |
| But danger is everywhere | |
| So take my hand now | |
| As they adopt their fighting stance | |
| Parade our derision | |
| And assume the position, configuration | |
| When I take my dying breath | |
| You'd better bet your life | |
| I'm going out | |
| Screaming | |
| Like I came in | |
| Screaming | |
| I want to be the first to go, to test the water | |
| I miss those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer | |
| In our younger phase | |
| All the things | |
| I took for granted but most of all | |
| You When I take my dying breath | |
| You'd better bet your life | |
| I'm going out | |
| Screaming | |
| Like I came in now | |
| Screaming |