Been long, long time since 1882
I'm not sure how many more moons I can take
Won't you put me in the grave?
In the Alberta pines, I had a home
Found my bones and killed a rose, I have hurt
When will it be my turn? Mm, mm
There's something to be said about a quick death
No time to wonder why
Wring out every breath, don't fear the reaper
Know there's an end in sight
Pity the man who can never die
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In my chest is cold, cold steel
The scars I've left, they don't quite heal like mine
But they're with me all the time
Cut your own teeth and move a bridge
It's not for trying that I'm living still
But they have lacked the will, mm, mm
There's something to be said about a quick death
No time to wonder why
Wring out every breath, don't fear the reaper
Know there's an end in sight
Pity a man who can never die