M.C. Frontalot - Invasion Of The Not Quite Dead lyrics

[Refrain] It's not a tragedy. Nobody thinks so It's not a tragedy It's not a tragedy [Verse 1] Mortality! It's inescapable Want to get out of it. Nobody's capable Get it stapled to the manila folder Of your life when the moment arrives A pure certification of events: Birth; vaccinations; graduations; rent Then when it's all over with Hope you get laid to rest underneath an obelisk And don't have to keep hustling on Ashamed of your shamble like you've done something wrong By swindling the reaper out of one scythe swipe Or turning all the living into fun-sized bites You can't help it. Your life priorities Left with your last breath, and the enormity Of this milestone isn't noted by your mourners They're too busy wishing you'd go back to the coroner's [Hook] X 2 You have to learn to live with the fact that you're dead [Verse 2] There's plenty of you now and plenty more coming And some of them think they'll survive, so keep running But sooner or later we all run out of time The trick is to not get stuck one foot over the line Nothing left but your viciousness Maybe that's all you ever were. d**h's chrysalis Led to the one true you, and it's hungry Eat another neighbor up. Blood on your dungarees The guns release bullets. You don't mind Your gullet's so full, it's divine And this is like a miracle, to linger past your pa**ing A blessing that's lasting: a horde fast ama**ing Please forgive loved ones who aren't missing you Photo albums they're not reminiscing through Remember what the preacher at your funeral said: It isn't quite a tragedy, you're not quite dead [Hook] X 2 You have to learn to live with the fact that you're dead [Verse 3] Product of voodoo? Maybe mad science? Doesn't matter now. You're free from reliance On reasons for things. They all just happen Blood just splatters. Didn't bring a napkin — So inconsiderate! But that's canonical Consciousness gone, it was epiphenomenal Plain talk: haven't got your head on straight Now you're the one all of them want to decapitate Don't let ‘em! They're morsels, all You can come get ‘em. They're of course appalled But before long they won't care, like you don't They'll be craving the long prosciutto And otherwise undesirous of anything Ready for this? Or is it unsettling? Every one of us has squandered years So go for the gory. Bite in between the ears [Refrain] It's not a tragedy nobody thinks so It's not a tragedy nobody thinks so It's not a tragedy nobody thinks so It's not a tragedy It's not a tragedy [Hook] X 4 You have to learn to live with the fact that you're dead