Out Of Breath
Frank Turner
Letra

One, two, three, four

Oh, somewhere down the road
Well there's a ditch or there's a hole
Which marks the spot
Where you will lie when you are cold

And you can run, you can hide
You can bitch and you can whine
But you will never save your life

When you meet death
Be out of breath
And say you're pleased to see him
Because you're tired

Now you can go down with the wreck
Or you can scurry from the deck
But there's no way to save your skinny little neck
And you can pray to who you please
And you can fall down on your knees
But your feet will still get wet

When you meet death
Be out of breath
And say you're pleased to see him
Because you're tired

Of wondering how much time you've got left
Of worrying that you're no good at chess
It's your funeral anyway
Choose your game
Then let's play

When you meet death
Be out of breath
And say you're pleased to see him
In fact you're waiting for this meeting
And well frankly his timekeeping leaves a lot to be desired
So tell that hooded huckster that he's fired