[Verse 1]
My finger paints aren’t great
But I still hang them on my fridge
Reminds me of the fun I had
Whenever I look at it
No I am not Picasso or Da Vinci or who knows who
Tho I am not the best by far I sure like what I do
(Alright, guys! On your mark, get set-)
[Chorus]
Slow down take a nap, I’ll catch up to you
Run laps around me but we’ll both burn out soon
The finish line’s close and you’ve nothing to prove
And though I’m behind, I need a nap too
'Cause though I’m a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove
Though I’m a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove
[PostChorus]
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
[Verse 2]
A slap on the wrist
A tomb made of stone
A casket awaiting a nap (Oh, oh, oh)
We all еnd up six feet below
Bury me in my favorite hat
Thе medals I've won from the races I’ve run
On display back home with my cat
We all end up six feet below
So why should we care ‘bout all that?
My finger paints aren’t great
But I still hang them on my fridge
Reminds me of the fun I had
Whenever I look at it
No I am not Picasso or Da Vinci or who knows who
Tho I am not the best by far I sure like what I do
(Alright, guys! On your mark, get set-)
[Chorus]
Slow down take a nap, I’ll catch up to you
Run laps around me but we’ll both burn out soon
The finish line’s close and you’ve nothing to prove
And though I’m behind, I need a nap too
'Cause though I’m a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove
Though I’m a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove
[PostChorus]
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
[Verse 2]
A slap on the wrist
A tomb made of stone
A casket awaiting a nap (Oh, oh, oh)
We all еnd up six feet below
Bury me in my favorite hat
Thе medals I've won from the races I’ve run
On display back home with my cat
We all end up six feet below
So why should we care ‘bout all that?
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