Sooner or later we all have to pay our dues, but no use having the blues.

Living in this life of ruin,
I'll be here thinking about some fun.
Doing it my own special way,
I'll be here each and everyday.
Three thousand miles I've roamed,
and thirty some years I've homed.

Looks like nothings going to change,
everythings getting more strange.
I can't do what many others do
so I guess I'll ignore the boo.
I'm going to continue with my game,
until the grim reaper calls my name.

That's all a man can do before he die,
other than laugh, smile and cry.
The grim reapers coming for sure,
for his collection I have no cure.
But I can't live worrying about death,
it's just not good for Ones health.

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