Die on Stage - Astral Doors

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