Lyrics:
They say you'll go to hellIf you get bakedThe things we know so wellAre never fakedI've walked some different linesAnd they're on loanAnd after all I've heardI miss her moanYour life is not your ownYou're just hanging out in flesh and boneAll our days are numberedIt's an age-old spell I've been underYou think that when you moveYou're starting freshSee all the things you hateUp close in the fleshI've walked some different linesAnd never borrowedBut after all I've heardI miss her moanMy bag of flesh and bloodWill just get buried in the mudYour life is not your ownYou're just hanging out in flesh and boneAll our days are numberedIt's an age-old spell I've been underYeahAll our days are numberedIt's an age-old spell we've been under