Tho I'm A Tortoise

My finger paints aren't great But I still hang them on my fridge Reminds me of the fun I had Whenever I look at it No, I am not Picasso or da Vinci or who knows who Though I am not the best by far, I sure like what I do (Alright, guys! On your mark, get set-) Slow down take a nap, I'll catch up to you Run laps around me, but we'll both burn out soon The finish line's close and you've nothing to prove And though I'm behind, I need a nap too 'Cause though I'm a tortoise, I've nothing to prove Though I'm a tortoise, I've nothing to prove Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching A slap on the wrist A tomb made of stone A casket awaiting a nap (oh, oh, oh) We all end up six feet below Bury me in my favorite hat The medals I've won from the races I've run On display back home with my cat We all end up six feet below So why should we care 'bout all that? I run my mouth and I will 'til I'm old And things may not be as the forecaster told Guess they wanted me to show off what I do But I couldn't care any less to show you 'Cause though I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove Though I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Two cozy little caskets, cardboard boxes, earthy holes Can I hang our favorite pictures on the walls of moss and mold? Death is marching steadfast toward us It doesn't care if you're bronze, silver or gold If I reach the end before you Will you lend your hand to hold? Will you lend your hand to hold? Slow down, take a nap, I'll catch up to you Run laps around me, but we'll both burn out soon They'll pit us against one another, it's true And though we are different, we've nothing to prove Though I'm a tortoise, I've nothing to prove Though you're a hare, you've got nothing to prove Though we are different, we've nothing to prove Oh, though I'm a tortoise, I've nothing to prove