Sometimes I have to ask myself,
How it is that we survive,
We know trains, boats, planes and cars
Will sometimes fail,
And if one don't get you then the other one will,
And if the other don't get you then another one surely will.
Inside, your heart must keep on going,
And so must all the other parts too.
Illnesses and poisons lie in wait,
And if one don't get you the other one will,
And if the other don't get you then another one surely will.
I'm not just talking 'bout the mountain climbers,
Jungle explorers or even hang gliders,
I'm not just talking about test pilots,
Steeplejacks, stuntmen or racing drivers.
Half the people in the world behave
Like they'd like to see the other half dead,
With guns and knives or perhaps just unconcern,
And if one don't get you the other one will,
And if the other don't get you then another one surely will.
I'm not just talkin' about the mountain climbers.
Jungle explorers or even hang gliders.
I'm not just talkin' about testpilots.
Steeplejacks, stuntmen, or racing drivers.
I'm not just talkin' about lion tamers.
Human cannonballs or secret agents.
I'm not just talkin' about skydivers.
Trapeze artists or rodeo drivers.
I'm not just talking 'bout bounty hunters.
Astranouts, boxers, or billy bunters...