Lyrics

They get on with life as a actor,They're a stupid kinda type They like it on Sundays They like watching films that are disturbing in the week They like to contemplate life But when they start to daydream Their mind turns straight to life or death Five six seven eight... Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes I notice the way they think about death with a smile Curved lips they just can't disguise But they think it's life making their life worthwhile Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more? Life or... Death? They like to use words like 'freak,' They like to use words like 'sorry.' They like to use words about life But when they stop their talking Their mind turns straight to death Five six seven eight... Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes I notice the way they think about death with a smile Curved lips they just can't disguise But they think it's life making their life worthwhile Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more? Life or... Death? They like to hang out with fade They like to kick back with trade But when left alone Their mind turns straight to death Five six seven eight... Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes I notice the way they think about death with a smile Curved lips they just can't disguise But they think it's life making their life worthwhile Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more? Life or... Death? They're not too fond of love They really hate dirty hippos But they just think back to death And they're happy once again Five six seven eight...