Don't Go Throwing Roses In My Grave

Lately my life feels just like

The eve of a Spanish bullfight

Where the Toro Bravo will die tomorrow

And the matador will feel no sorrow

Lately I’ve been feeling like

The slayer and the slain

Don’t go throwing roses in my grave

Lately my life feels just like

I’ve blown it up with dynamite

A quarter stick inside my fist

I held it and I lit the wick

I tried to blow it out, but couldn’t

Now everything has changed

Don’t go throwing roses in my grave

Oh no, save ‘em for another lover

That you wish to lie with

Put ‘em in a pretty vase

With every petal on display

This world I love, but cannot stay

Its rules I didn’t make

So don’t go throwing roses in my grave

Lately my life feels just like

A lost-in-orbit satellite

Once had a purpose, but now it’s worthless

Doomed to float around Earth’s surface

And look on down through all the clouds

While civilizations wave

Don’t go throwing roses in my grave

Oh, no! ‘Cause I made a deal with the devil

I wore a wire, I gave him names

Now that we’re gathered here together,

Don’t go throwing roses in my grave

Don’t go throwing roses

Lately my life feels just like

A run-on sentence

Run away, run away, run away

And don’t go throwing roses in my grave