I've trekked across paths, I've run across yards
I've been to the gypsies with their tarot cards
Questioned the future, What's in it for me?
The witch she just scowled said, "You'd rather not see."
Those that are good are better off knaves
And those that are free are better off slaves
There was a reason for the tears you shed
Since you must live you're better off dead
Live in a glass house as the world looks in
Stand in judgement for a life of sin
Through turmoil and deception my life has spanned
Be riding in a hearse much sooner than planned
Soon as we're born we're dying away
And all bright tomorrows fade to yesterdays
From life's stage banners have been ripped
A halcyon glow becomes a morbid crypt
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
If I stand on the edge please give me a push
For those who have power will finish undone
But better than dreamers who end up with none
There soars the eagle completing his task
Why must I live, said you better not ask
Why must I live, said you better not ask