The long shot might kick the bucket, so I worry about the holes in my pockets.
So I ran with the quickness, rather than have to sit in the stillness.
Ooh, sing a song for the quick and the dead.
Ooh, sing a song for the quick and the dead.
Girl, you live in a hurry.
Life comes at you in a fury.
And you gotta be something, or that something turns to nothing.
Ooh, sing a song for the quick and the dead.
Ooh, sing a song for the quick and the dead.
So you worry about my life, and the hours and the time.
When could I ever compromise?
And I wonder about your life.
Do I ever come to mind?
Did you have to let it die?
Sing a song for the quick and the dead.
Ooh, sing a song for the quick and the dead.
Ooh, sing a song for the quick and the dead.
Ooh, sing a song for the quick and the dead.