[male
vocals] (
Whispered)
Yeah…
Check
the
clock
on
the
wall,
it
don't
stop.
From
the
cradle
to
the
grave,
one
road.
Listen.
We
wake
up
in
the
morning,
chasing
paper
and
the
shine
Thinking
we
got
forever,
running
laps
inside
the
time
But
the
shadow
in
the
corner,
yeah,
it’
s
waiting
for
the
cue
Every
dollar
that
you
stack,
it
can’
t
comfort
you
in
blue
See
the
hustlers
in
the
street,
they
be
sweating
for
the
gold
But
the
reaper
keeps
the
tally
of
the
stories
that
get
told
Life
is
just
a
vapor,
floating
steady
in
the
breeze
One
day
you
standing
tall,
next
day
you
on
your
knees.
Oh,
the
bubble
gonna
pop,
when
the
curtain
finally
falls
Death
is
standing
silent
right
behind
the
city
walls
We
hustle
through
the
storm,
chasing
lights
under
the
sun
But
the
clock
is
ticking
down,
for
the
battle
to
be
won
Yeah,
the
reaper
coming
home,
for
the
rich
and
for
the
poor
Knocking
on
the
wood,
knocking
steady
at
the
door.
I
seen
the
brothers
fall,
man,
I
seen
the
best
of
men
Caught
up
in
the
vanity,
never
knowing
when
or
when
It’
s
finished,
it’
s
over,
the
lights
go
to
black
There’
s
no
turning
round,
man,
there’
s
no
way
to
look
back
You
built
a
kingdom
high,
but
the
foundation
is
dust
In
the
end
it’
s
only
spirit,
leave
the
riches
and
the
lust
So
why
we
fighting
hard,
for
the
pride
and
for
the
fame?
When
the
final
page
is
turned,
they
just
whisper
out
your
name.
Oh,
the
bubble
gonna
pop,
when
the
curtain
finally
falls
Death
is
standing
silent
right
behind
the
city
walls
We
hustle
through
the
storm,
chasing
lights
under
the
sun
But
the
clock
is
ticking
down,
for
the
battle
to
be
won
Yeah,
the
reaper
coming
home,
for
the
rich
and
for
the
poor
Knocking
on
the
wood,
knocking
steady
at
the
door.
Can
you
feel
the
weight? (
It’
s
coming)
Can
you
see
the
end? (
No
running)
All
the
hustle,
all
the
bubble,
all
the
vanity
we
sow
Is
just
a
memory
we
leave,
everywhere
that
we
go.
Oh,
the
bubble
gonna
pop,
when
the
curtain
finally
falls
Death
is
standing
silent
right
behind
the
city
walls
We
hustle
through
the
storm,
chasing
lights
under
the
sun
But
the
clock
is
ticking
down,
for
the
battle
to
be
won
Yeah,
the
reaper
coming
home,
for
the
rich
and
for
the
poor
Oh,
the
bubble
gonna
pop,
when
the
curtain
finally
falls
Death
is
standing
silent
right
behind
the
city
walls
We
hustle
through
the
storm,
chasing
lights
under
the
sun
But
the
clock
is
ticking
down,
for
the
battle
to
be
won
Yeah,
the
reaper
coming
home,
for
the
rich
and
for
the
poor
Knocking
on
the
wood,
knocking
steady
at
the
door.
Oh,
the
bubble
gonna
pop,
when
the
curtain
finally
falls
Death
is
standing
silent
right
behind
the
city
walls
We
hustle
through
the
storm,
chasing
lights
under
the
sun
But
the
clock
is
ticking
down,
for
the
battle
to
be
won
Yeah,
the
reaper
coming
home,
for
the
rich
and
for
the
poor
Knocking
on
the
wood,
knocking
steady
at
the
door.
Oh,
the
bubble
gonna
pop,
when
the
curtain
finally
falls
Death
is
standing
silent
right
behind
the
city
walls
We
hustle
through
the
storm,
chasing
lights
under
the
sun
But
the
clock
is
ticking
down,
for
the
battle
to
be
won
Yeah,
the
reaper
coming
home,
for
the
rich
and
for
the
poor
Knocking
on
the
wood,
knocking
steady
at
the
door. (
Whispered)
Yeah…
Check
the
clock
on
the
wall,
it
don't
stop.
From
the
cradle
to
the
grave,
one
road.
Listen.
We
wake
up
in
the
morning,
chasing
paper
and
the
shine
Thinking
we
got
forever,
running
laps
inside
the
time
But
the
shadow
in
the
corner,
yeah,
it’
s
waiting
for
the
cue
Every
dollar
that
you
stack,
it
can’
t
comfort
you
in
blue
See
the
hustlers
in
the
street,
they
be
sweating
for
the
gold
But
the
reaper
keeps
the
tally
of
the
stories
that
get
told
Life
is
just
a
vapor,
floating
steady
in
the
breeze
One
day
you
standing
tall,
next
day
you
on
your
knees.
Oh,
the
bubble
gonna
pop,
when
the
curtain
finally
falls
Death
is
standing
silent
right
behind
the
city
walls
We
hustle
through
the
storm,
chasing
lights
under
the
sun
But
the
clock
is
ticking
down,
for
the
battle
to
be
won
Yeah,
the
reaper
coming
home,
for
the
rich
and
for
the
poor
Knocking
on
the
wood,
knocking
steady
at
the
door.
I
seen
the
brothers
fall,
man,
I
seen
the
best
of
men
Caught
up
in
the
vanity,
never
knowing
when
or
when
It’
s
finished,
it’
s
over,
the
lights
go
to
black
There’
s
no
turning
round,
man,
there’
s
no
way
to
look
back
You
built
a
kingdom
high,
but
the
foundation
is
dust
In
the
end
it’
s
only
spirit,
leave
the
riches
and
the
lust
So
why
we
fighting
hard,
for
the
pride
and
for
the
fame?
When
the
final
page
is
turned,
they
just
whisper
out
your
name.
Oh,
the
bubble
gonna
pop,
when
the
curtain
finally
falls
Death
is
standing
silent
right
behind
the
city
walls
We
hustle
through
the
storm,
chasing
lights
under
the
sun
But
the
clock
is
ticking
down,
for
the
battle
to
be
won
Yeah,
the
reaper
coming
home,
for
the
rich
and
for
the
poor
Knocking
on
the
wood,
knocking
steady
at
the
door.
Can
you
feel
the
weight? (
It’
s
coming)
Can
you
see
the
end? (
No
running)
All
the
hustle,
all
the
bubble,
all
the
vanity
we
sow
Is
just
a
memory
we
leave,
everywhere
that
we
go.
So
tell
me
what
you’
re
living
for,
when
the
breath
is
leaving
slow?
Is
it
love
inside
your
heart?
Is
it
seeds
you
didn’
t
sow?
Make
it
count
while
you’
re
here,
put
the
hatred
on
the
shelf
'Cause
the
only
thing
you
take
is
the
wisdom
of
yourself
Death
is
certain,
it’
s
the
truth,
it’
s
the
law
of
the
land
So
hold
a
brother
close,
man,
and
take
a
sister’
s
hand.
Oh,
the
bubble
gonna
pop,
when
the
curtain
finally
falls
Death
is
standing
silent
right
behind
the
city
walls
We
hustle
through
the
storm,
chasing
lights
under
the
sun
But
the
clock
is
ticking
down,
for
the
battle
to
be
won
Yeah,
the
reaper
coming
home,
for
the
rich
and
for
the
poor
Knocking
on
the
wood,
knocking
steady
at
the
door.
Yeah,
it’
s
certain.
Don’
t
forget
to
live
while
you’
re
here.
One
breath,
one
road.
Rest
easy.