A Time To Die
A downtown pub in a backstreet place,
The girls on the corner in leather and lace,
The drunks in the alley sip whiskey and beer,
And I don`t know what has brought me back here.
I cross the road and head for the bar,
And loose the sound of far away cars,
It`s stuffy and hot, and smelly inside,
The whole place bathed in a pale red light.
I speak to the barman and order a beer,
My hands are trembling slightly with fear,
I turn around, and through the door,
Goes a lonely man, as he follows a whore.
I finish my drink and head for the loo,
I`ve no idea what I`m trying to do,
The carpet beneath me is shredded and bare,
And I`m trembling quite freely – I`m utterly scared.
It`s a very strange feeling as onward I`m drawn,
And I follow a far away voice as it calls,
I reach out so carefully and open the door,
And remember with horror, I`ve been here before.
I was lucky that time and escaped with my life,
Now someone behind me pulls out a knife,
It cuts through the air with a deadly sigh,
And now I can see that it`s my time to die.
This man actually smiles as he sticks in the knife,
And all I can think of is my darling wife,
My knees seem to buckle, I fall to the floor,
The man calmly turns and walks through the door.
I feel I am fading, I`m slipping away,
In terrible pain, I actually pray,
And then it`s all over, my soul says goodbye,
There`s no getting away when it`s your time to die!