From the recording All The Birds
Lyrics by M.C. Armstrong
Arranged by Armstrong, Graves, Irwin, Ritter, and Zehmer.
Lyrics
Not my fault the sun came up
Not my fault the sun came up
Again and again and again
Looking up at the Thai blue sky
Seemed that life had passed him by
Life and death as one
Getting older every day
Pleasure’s just a drop away
One two three four five
Don’t you call me suicide
Viva la Muerte! Viva la Muerte!
He left America behind
Guess he got to the end of the line
Free to choose, free to lose
Free to loosen or tighten the noose
Viva la Muerte! Viva la Muerte!
This is the art of rushing blood
This is dying to stay alive
One two three four five
Please don’t stop the ride
Please don’t stop the ride
Please don’t stop the ride