Out Of Breath(Acoustic) - Frank Turner
I was somewhere down the road
but there's a ditch yeah
there's a hole
that marks the spot
where you will lie
when you are culled
And you can run
and you can hide
you can bitch
and you can whine
But you'll never save your life
When you meet death
Be out of breath
And say your pleased to see him
cause you're tired
Now you can go down with the wreck
or you can scurry from the deck
but there's no way to save your
skinny little neck
And you can pray to who
you'll please and you can fall down
to your knees but your feet
will still get wet
When you meet death
Be out of breath
And say your pleased to see him
cause you're tired
Of wondering how much time
you've got left
Of worrying that you're
no good at chess
It's your funeral anyway
choose your game
Then let's play
Waaaahhh
Yeah
When you meet death
Be out of breath
And say your pleased to see him
Infact you're waiting for this meeting
And frankly his time keeping leaves
a lot to be desired
So tell that hooded huntsman
that he's fired