Spill Your Guts

We're frail So frail and weak Our body's frail We're all just meat Soe asily scarred So easily beat It doesnt take much For us to spring a leak It doesnt take much To perish in your sleep We're soft Soft and smooth Just beef and sauce Perfect for stew So easily squashed So easily bruised It doesnt take much To strip us to the bone It doesnt take much Work to make us croak We're all marching in the same parade Biding our time in this silly masquerade We're all headed steadfast to the grave With all the fuss, we'll soon be dust And then you'll spill your guts! Will you burn out? Or will you fade away? Will you die young? Or within old age We're all dying To make it out unscathed With all the fuss, we'll soon be dust And soon you'll spill your guts! We're doomed From the start We're all bruised Did i mentioned scarred? So easily strewn So easily marked It doesnt take much To tear us apart It doesnt take much Force to stop our hearts We're ??? Prone to leak ?? facades Rought with diesease So easily clawed So easily freed It doesnt take much Stress to make us crack It doesnt take much Strength to break our backs We're all marching in the same parade Biding our time in this silly masquerade We're all headed ??? to the grave With all the fuss, we'll soon be dust And then you'll spill your guts! Will you burn out? Or will you fade away? Will you die young? Or within old age We're all dying To make it out unscathed Why all the fuss? we'll soon be dust And soon you'll spill your guts! A knife in the back from a friend Or a bump on the head? A ructured apendix Or maybe a virus instead A clot in your veins Or the voice of a snake in the grass A chest full of blood clots Or maybe a slip in the bath We're all marching in the same parade Biding our time in this silly masquerade We're all headed ??? to the grave With all the fuss, we'll soon be dust And then you'll spill your guts! Will you burn out? Or will you fade away? Will you die young? Or wither in old age We're all dying To make it out unscathed Why all the fuss? we'll soon be dust And soon you'll spill your guts!