We may all appear
To be perfect in health
But there's something about ourselves
We don't show and tell

With a spring in our steps
On our lips a song
We all move along
In a dead man's walk

Back and forth being torn
On the day that we're born
From the growing of up
To the growing of old

It's a trip that we take
On life's glamor runway
Modeling at the cost
Of this dead man's walk

Some take it slow
With others, good to go
All it in keeping
With this daily death row

Where comes the time
We walk down to a fault
Talking the talk
In this dead man's walk