The doctor says I'm dying I die a little every day He's got no prescription That could take my death away The doctor says, It don't look so good It's terminal Some folks die in offices One day at a time They could live a hundred years But their soul's already died Don't let your spirit die before your body does We're terminal We're terminal - - We are the living souls With terminal hearts, terminal parts Flickering like candles Fatally flawed, Fatally flawed The moment I start cursing At the traffic or the phone I remind myself that we have all got Cancer in our bones Don't yell at the dead Show a little respect It's terminal "Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust For our days here are like grass We flourish like a flower of the field The wind blows and it is gone And its place remembers it no more Naked we came from our mother's womb And naked we will depart For we bring nothing into the world And we cant take nothing away" We're fatally flawed in the image of God.