歌曲名 Out Of Breath 歌手名 Frank Turner

作词：Frank Turner

作曲：Frank Turner

Oh somewhere down the road

There a ditch where there a hole

Which marks the spot

Where you will lie when you are cold

And you can run you can hide

You can bih and you can whine

But you will never save your life

When you meet death

Be out of breath

And say you pleased to see him you tired

Now you can go down with the wreck

Or you can scurry from the deck

But there no way to save your skinny little neck

And you can pray to who you please

And you can fall down on your knees

But your feet will still get wet

When you meet death

Be out of breath

And say you pleased to see him you tired

Of wondering how much time you got left

Of worrying that you no good at chess

It your funeral anyway

Choose your game

Then let play

When you meet death

Be out of breath

And say you pleased to see him

In fact you waiting for this meeting

And quite frankly his timekeeping

Leaves a lot to be desired

So tell that hart bastard that he fired