We're getting old, fat, sick and bald But there's no way that we'll do what we're told Too many fights, so many lies But you don't seem to realize There are so many tickets to heaven But there are even more to Hell A relief is to start to believe We will die on stage Going out in a crescendo We will die on stage No one of us will back down To be a slave from birth, 'til grave Is not an option there are dreams to be saved So shut your mouth, you make us sick Find another ass to lick By the power of love to the music Breaking out from the cell From the darkness and into the light We will die on stage Going out in a crescendo We will die on stage So save all your empty tears You trick no one You fool no one It's a fight every day to make life go round To step out of bed is just like suicide Who's writing the scripts, who decide what is right? We do what we feel and we're tired of your lies By the power of love to the music And the feeling that we'll never die As long as we're spinning around We will die on stage Going out in a crescendo We will die on stage No one of us will back down There are so many tickets to heaven But there are even more to Hell A relief is to start to believe We will die on stage That is a promise No other way Die, die, die We'll never say goodbye