We have blood and we have grace We have a will and we have muscle A soul and a face Why must we die We have eyes and intuition A DNA code and a name Some tend to logic, some superstition We have an aura and a frame Why must we die We are human, we are angel We have feet and wish for wings We are carbon, we are ether We are saints, we are kings Why must we die Why must we die We are men of constant sorrow We'll have trouble all our days We never found our Eldorado Where we were born We are meat, we are spirit We have blood and we have grace We have a will and we have muscle A soul and a face Why must we die Why must we die We are men of constant sorrow We'll have trouble all our days We never found our Eldorado Where we were born We are men of constant sorrow We'll have trouble all our days...