Woorden: Big Wreck. All Our Days Are Numbered.

They say you'll go to hell
If you get baked

The things we know so well
Are never faked

I've walked some different lines
And they're on loan

And after all I've heard
I miss her moan

Your life is not your own
You're just hanging out in flesh and bone

All our days are numbered
It's an age-old spell I've been under

You think that when you move
You're starting fresh

See all the things you hate
Up close in the flesh

I've walked some different lines

And never borrowed

But after all I've heard
I miss her moan

My bag of flesh and blood
Will just get buried in the mud

Your life is not your own
You're just hanging out in flesh and bone

All our days are numbered
It's an age-old spell I've been under

Yeah

All our days are numbered
It's an age-old spell we've been under