I don't know what I am doing.
I
don't know why I'm like that.
People, they just don't accept me.
My life looks like a drag.
I don't know what I'm doing.
Don't know why
I'm like that.
Maybe you will understand when you're getting older.
I don't want to make your life that hard.
That's why,
that's why I don't stay by your side.
Believe me, babe.
Don't you worry.
Babe,
babe, babe, babe, babe.
I need you.
But there is something I can't explain.
In
the foggy morning,
many people pass away.
And many more are awakened,
who will not let the day.
And so life's fun is over.
The candles flicker out.
And many draw their last breath
when the reaper walked above.
You
know the whole world over.
Babe, babe, it's about to die.
They're dying from the first time.
They don't breathe and cry.
Oh, yeah.
No one stops to wonder.
Should it be this way?
When the reaper sent the beer,
someone has to pay when the
reaper sends the beer.
So if on foggy morning,
you hear a knock upon your door,
think before you answer about the life you had before.
He comes,
the reaper may have come to collect his due.
And the one who has to pay may this time be you.
You know the whole world over.
Babes are born to die.
Dying from the first time.
They don't breathe and cry.
I don't know.
Except me.
So my life looks like a drag.
Please don't go back down.