Things are getting much worse People will actually curse Ladies are sighing and babies are dying And happiness comes with a hearse. Time heals all wounds it's been said But try healing wounds of your dead No matter how you try they'll pass you right on by You and your future's been wed (Chorus) Whats the use? There's no excuse Death is life. Seems that you never will learn The only thing is to return Do what you care and hope your not there When all your world start to burn. (Chorus)