None of This Will Matter When You Are Dead

He looks so beautiful when he's sleeping

Hard to tell he's such a mess, unpleasant at his best

Might want to figure out who his heart is

Fix him up and ride up a sheep, get up on your feet

Your life is going down

The city's falling, your head is spinning round

It all seems brainless

But none of this will matter when you are dead

Your days are grey and then it gets darker

Lovers, girlfriends fade away, no one's here to stay

And your worries always turn into heartache

Weeks go by, nothing is right, hope is out of sight

Your life is going down

The city's falling, your head is spinning round

It all seems brainless

But none of this will matter when you are dead

Your life is going down

The city's falling, your head is spinning round

Of what is all this worth?

None of this will matter when you are dead