Out of Breath Frank Turner

One, two, three, four

[Verse 1]
Oh, somewhere down the road
Well, there's a ditch or there's a hole
That marks the spot where you will lie when you are cold
And you can run and you can hide
And you can bitch and you can whine
But you'll never save your life

[Chorus]
When you meet death, be out of breath
And say you're pleased to see him 'cause you're tired

[Verse 2]
Now you can go down with the wreck
Or you can scurry from the deck
But there's no way to save your skinny little neck
And you can pray to who you please
And you can fall down on your knees
But your feet will still get wet

[Chorus]
When you meet death, be out of breath
And say you're pleased to see him 'cause you're tired