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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
Though I am not the best by far, I sure like what I do
(Alright, guys! On your mark, get set-)
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
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
A slap on the wrist
A tomb made of stone
A casket awaiting a nap (oh, oh, oh)
We all end up six feet below
Bury me in my favorite hat
The 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?
I run my mouth and I will 'til I'm old
And things may not be as the forecaster told
Guess they wanted me to show off what I do
But I couldn't care any less to show you
'Cause though I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove
Though I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Two cozy little caskets, cardboard boxes, earthy holes
Can I hang our favorite pictures on the walls of moss and mold?
Death is marching steadfast toward us
It doesn't care if you're bronze, silver or gold
If I reach the end before you
Will you lend your hand to hold?
Will you lend your hand to hold?
Slow down, take a nap, I'll catch up to you
Run laps around me, but we'll both burn out soon