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Warren Zevon, Zevon Music BMI |
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You've got an invalid haircut |
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It hurts when you smile |
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You'd better get out of town |
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Before your nickname expires |
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It's the kingdom of the spiders |
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It's the empire of the ants |
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You need a permit to walk around downtown |
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You need a license to dance |
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Life'll kill ya |
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That's what I said |
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Life'll kill ya |
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Then you'll be dead |
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Life'll find ya |
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Wherever you go |
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Requiescat in pace |
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That's all she wrote |
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From the President of the United States |
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To the lowliest rock and roll star |
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The doctor is in and he'll see you now |
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He don't care who you are |
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Some get the awful, awful diseases |
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Some get the knife, some get the gun |
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Some get to die in their sleep |
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At the age of a hundred and one |
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Life'll kill ya |
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That's what I said |
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Life'll kill ya |
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Then you'll be dead |
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Life'll find ya |
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Wherever you go |
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Requiescat in pace |
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That's all she wrote |
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Maybe you'll go to heaven |
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See Uncle Al and Uncle Lou |
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Maybe you'll be reincarnated |
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Maybe that stuff's true |
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Maybe If you were good |
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You'll come back as someone nice |
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And maybe if you were bad |
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You'll have to pay the price |
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Life'll kill ya |
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That's what I said |
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Life'll kill ya |
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Then you'll be dead |
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Life'll find ya |
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Wherever you go |
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Requiescat in pace |
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That's all she wrote |
