Dead or ALIVE
We f
a
l
l
And
e
s
i
r
o r and o
v e v
e v e
r and o r again
NeVeR sEeMiNg To STOP.
And finally I have reached the
i
o n
p t
where I can go no f a r t h e r
o
I have reached the t p.
up
Whatever goes must come
down.
A delicate feather I f
a
l
l
upon this poor town.
Until the wind picks me UP
the Angel lays in DiSgUiSe.
e g
Ready or NOT our lives will c n e.
h a s
s n i
o o I will c o m e to r