Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

When Will You Die

I’m so tired of your lies

And the evil things you’re doing behind my back

Are there crimes that you have never committed

I doubt it sometimes I wonder when will you die

You’re insane

You are bad

You wreck everything you touch and you’re a sociopath

There’s just one thing that everyone’s wondering

When will you die

Schoolchildren stay at home and all the banks will close

Each year we’ll mark the date on which we celebrate

I know how

I know why

I can picture every part of your comeuppance except

For the one remaining piece of the puzzle

Which is when you’ll die

This is Dan and that’s Dan

And there’s Marty on the drums to complete the band

And I’m John and he is also John and all of us are wondering

When you’re going to die

Still you live

You go on

But you’re running out the clock and if we knew how long

I’d be counting down the days until the lovely one

On which you’re gone

On that promised morning we will wake and greet the dawn

Knowing that your wicked life is over and that we will carry on

We’ll exhale

We’ll high-five

We will know at last how great it is to be alive

We’ll be lining up and buying tickets and then we’ll be

Jumping up and down on your grave

You’re insane

You are bad

You wreck everything you touch and you’re a sociopath

And the only way to mitigate would be to know the date

You’re scheduled to vacate

When are you going to die

Look me in the eye

Tell me when you’ll die