Dave's been workin' on the railroad,
Another holiday,
Preparing all his "Angst" songs
To take our fun away
First there are The Sounds of Silence
As children disappear
Then a Tell Tale Heart beats
As the end of life is near
Dyin'! Don't ya know!
Dyin'! Don't ya know!
Dyin'! He reminds us that we will go, oh!
Dyin'! Don't ya know!
Dyin'! Don't ya know!
Dyin'! Seasons reap what you sew!
Dave's been working on the holiday
Whatever will be, will be
Long before you're allowed to die,
You're a slave to the money!
He hasn't found yet what he's looking for!
Would he know it from a wart?
They always say wait until tomorrow,
Before they fall apart
Dyin'! Don't ya know!
Dyin'! Don't ya know!
Dyin'! He reminds us that we will go, oh!
Dyin'! Don't ya know!
Dyin'! Don't ya know!
Dyin'! Seasons reap what you sew!