Alba s touto skladbou:
Militia of the Lost,
Take all you need,
Hope you enjoy it cos
The hang man you see
He dealt the cards I play
Ignore what you read
And I'm sure we'll get on swell
The life of the party as we burn in Hell
Dramatic you say?!
You would be too if you saw
Death in your way
At every turn he mocks me
"Come let's go play"
Oh I assure you now
He'll claim me one day
It's the where and the how
And I'm so afraid that any day could be the day I die
And you'll never know how long ago I wished you goodbye
Someone please!
Get me out of here
And call the doctor
Cos I'm outta my head
I don't care just what your little preacher says
You won't be laughing baby when you're dead
If we prepare ourselves
Suppose there is a way that we could keep on toasting our good health for many years to come,
Well it's not like they'd sell it on the shelf, but if it could be done
Wouldn't you try it?! I know I would
And then I'd hit and run!
"But what of the damage it costs?
And what about the people you left in the dust?
Oh what of the life that you lost?
There's no going back in time
Some day we all gotta die"
Someone please!
Get me out of here
And call the doctor
Cos I'm outta my head
I don't care just what your little preacher says
You won't be laughing baby when you're dead
It's only a matter of time, before,
Our future fails to unfold
I can't bear the thought of losing you
(And I'm so afraid that any day could be the day I die)
There's nothing special about me
(And I'm so afraid that any day could be the day I die)
I'm just so scared of what the end might bring...
So I'll fight you head on
If that's what it takes
And I'll add some scars
To the ones you already made
You want to damage
All that you know
Well this cat's coming to rattle your bones
Face me! Face me! Face me! Face me!
Someone please!
Get me out of here
And call the doctor
Cos I'm outta my head
I don't care just what your little preacher says
You won't be laughing baby
When you're dead
