Whether born into riches
Or poverty
We're all much the same
To some degree
Whatever you have
Or whatever you need
Is left behind
When it's your time to leave

Everyone here
Holds out on the hope
That it'll be years
Before your turn to go
Say what you will
You never will know
Healthy or ill
When the Reaper shows

It could take a lifetime
Or the blink of an eye
Do what you can
You're still going to die
Could be in your sleep
Or a nice Sunday drive
Sooner or later
We'll leap the great divide

They say easy come
They say easy go
Could be taken out fast
Or in slow mo
Leaving a trail of tears
That highlights the lows
One thing is clear, we'll no longer be here
When the Reaper shows