Days to Live
The naked man calls all his friends
To be silent about the time and the place
And his friends do what they’re friends for
They clean all the windows
They forget to close the side doors
Nephews, uncle, brother, sister
Babies crying, mothers whisper
And everybody’s got his place in the mass
The preacher is the only one who never has confessed
Hey, you’ve got a love to hide
Days to live and days to die
The more you sort the more you die
He never lived to do no bad
The priest pulls out a cigarette
A single man can’t be a couple
But God spread all His love and the man got into trouble
Hey, you’ve got a love to hide
Days to live and days to die
The more you sort the more you die
Blue lights flashing through the trees
A stroller can’t believe what he sees
If your friends ever take a walk through the woods
A rope, a bible, used condoms, fresh air is good