Intro
Em Bm Em Bm 
 
Verse
Em Bm 
Okay— 
F#m                     B7 
When the doctor started using phrases like 
Em           Bm 
"You'll pass away" 
F#m          B7 
What could i say? 
       F 
I said Doctor 
       F 
In plain English 
        Em        Bm 
Tell me why was I chosen 
    B7 
Why me of all men? 
F 
Doctor, here's the good part 
         Em 
At least death means 
     Bm        F#m         B7 
I'll never be scared about dying again 
 
Em Bm 
 
F#m               B7 
Let's get on with living while we can 
    Em           Bm 
And not play dumb 
F#m           B7 
Death's gonna come 
 
Chorus
        Em              C 
When it does, screw the nerves 
        Am             G 
I'll be eating hors d'oeuvres 
         C           G           B 
It's the roll of the dice and no crime 
                        Em   Bm 
You gotta die sometime 
 
Em Bm 
 
Bridge
F              F#m 
Death is not a friend 
Bm                Em 
But I hope in the end 
D                                                G 
He takes me in his arms and lets me hold his face 
D 
He holds me in his arms and whispers something funny 
Am                                       C 
He lifts me in his arms and tells me to embrace 
     B 
His attack 
Then the scene turns to black 
 
Verse
Em        Bm 
Life sucks 
F#m           B7 
People always hate a loser 
           Em        Bm 
And they hate lame ducks 
F#m          Bm 
Screw me and shucks 
F 
That's it 
That's the ball game 
         Em 
I don't smoke, don't do drugs 
         Bm 
And then comes the bad news 
F 
I quit 
That's the ball game 
          F#m 
It's the chink in the armor 
     B7 
The shit in the karma 
         Em Bm 
The blues 
 
F#m           B7 
Can I keep my cool despite the urge 
        Em   Bm 
To fall apart? 
F#m          B7 
How should I start? 
 
Chorus
        Em       C 
I would cry if I could 
       Am           G 
But it does no damn good 
   C             G         B 
To explain I'm a man in my prime 
                      Em  Bm 
You gotta die sometime 
 
Em Bm 
 
Bridge
F               F#m 
Death's a funny pal 
       Bm            Em 
With a weird sort of talent 
   D                                                    G 
He puts his arms around my neck and walks me to the bed 
D 
He pins me up against the wall and kisses me like crazy 
Am 
The many stupid things I thought about with dread 
     B 
Now delight 
Then the scene turns to white 
 
Verse
F#m         B7                     Em       Bm 
Give me the balls to orchestrate a graceful leave 
F#m       B7 
That's my reprieve 
 
Chorus
Em 
To go out 
        C 
Without care 
        Am          G 
My head high in the air 
         C           G             B 
It's the last little mountain I'll climb 
I'll climb 
              Em 
You gotta die sometime 
              Em 
You gotta die sometime 
You gotta die sometime 
               Bm 
You gotta die sometime, sometime 
Sometime, sometime 
Em 
Sometime, sometime 
 
Sometime, sometime