Вершы: Randy Newman. I'm Dead.

I have nothing left to say
But I'm going to say it anyway
Thirty years upon a stage
Now, I hear the people say
Why won't he go away?

I pass the houses of the dead
They're calling me to join their group
But I stagger on instead
Dear God, sweet God, protect me from the truth

I'm dead but I don't know it
(He's dead, he's dead)
I'm dead but I don't know
(He's dead, he's dead)

I'm dead but I don't know it
(He's dead, he's dead)
Please don't tell me so
Let me, let me, let me go

I have a family to support
But surely, that is no excuse
I've nothing further to report
Time you spend with me
Is time you lose

I always thought that I would know
When it was time to quit
When I lost a step or two or three or four or five
I'd notice it

But now that I've arrived here safely
I find my talent is gone
Why do I go on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
And on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
And on, and on, and on, and on?

(He's dead, he's dead, he's dead)
I don't know it
(He's dead, he's dead, he's dead)
I didn't know

(He's dead, he's dead, he's dead)
I didn't know it
Who would be so cruel to tell me so?
(You're dead)
Oh

When will I end this bitter game?
When will I end this cruel charade?
Everything I write, all sounds the same
Each record that I'm making is like a record that I made
Just not as good

I'm dead but I don't know it
(He's dead, he's dead)
I'm dead but I didn't know
(He's dead, he's dead)

I'm dead but I don't know it
(He's dead, he's dead)
Please don't tell me so
Please don't tell me so
(You're dead)