I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to.

A broom is drearily sweeping, up the broken peices of yesterdays life. Somewhere a queen is weeping, Somewhere a king has no wife, And the wind cries Mary.

Once you're dead you're made for life.

I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to

I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.

It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead you're made for life.