Living to Die - Rich Aucoin

He woke up every day to a sign hung above his bed

«Remember you’re dying» is all it read

He met with brothers and others and continued on his way as if to say

«We're in this together

For worse, for better»

Leafing through the pamphlets he stuck out his calloused hands

Standing on the corner, he’d still pray for their demands

And no one said that mourning would be easy

But trying beats dying so he felt content to see

And no one said that mourning would be easy

But trying beats dying so he felt content to see

Hallelujah

And he sings

Hallelujah

And he sings

Hallelujah

And he sings

Hallelujah

He thinks of himself as a «doer» and gets things done

Stacks of goals and footwear holes concur

Schedule billed and mailbox filled

And no time left to think of her

He flips the channel and prays for suicide bombers

So misguided they’d die for a lie

And falls asleep in front of glow of TV’s snow

And winds up awake at night, looking at his sign

And he’s lying on a lie

And he’s lying on a lie

And he’s lying on a lie

And he’s lying on a lie

That says that he’s living

That says that he’s living

That says that he’s living

That says that he’s living

That says that he’s living

That says that he’s living

That says that he’s living

That says that he’s living

That says that he’s living

That says that he’s living

That says that he’s living

That says that he’s living