[Intro]
One, two, free, four!
[Chorus]
The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die
[Verse 1]
Life is a short, warm moment
And death is a long, cold rest
You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye
Eighty years, with luck, or even less
[Verse 2]
So all aboard for the American tour
And maybe you’ll make it to the top
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, ’cause I know
You may find it hard to get off
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
But you are the angel of death
And I am the dead man’s son
And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole
And everyone is still on the run
One, two, free, four!
[Chorus]
The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die
[Verse 1]
Life is a short, warm moment
And death is a long, cold rest
You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye
Eighty years, with luck, or even less
[Verse 2]
So all aboard for the American tour
And maybe you’ll make it to the top
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, ’cause I know
You may find it hard to get off
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
But you are the angel of death
And I am the dead man’s son
And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole
And everyone is still on the run
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