W.A.S.P. - Scared To Death

Grit your teeth and listen for the gun Get in the runners block and kneel And run the human race That decadent decathalon Let the games begin for real Stop scaring me-it's bedlam in paradise Stop I can't see-nowhere I can hide Scared to run, this monstrous marathon of fear I run the races with a dark horse to win Across a finish line of fear I swim a sea of skin, afraid to drown in flesh X-generation, revolutions here Scared to have sex-I don't wanna die Scared I'll be next-I'm scared for my life Dying to live, but there ain't no way outta here alive All we're all scared there's Nowhere to run-I'm scared to death Nowhere to hide-scared I'll be next Oh-stop, stop, stop, stop Nowhere to run-I'm scared to death Nowhere to hide-scared I'll be next Oh-stop, stop, stop, stop Am I a prisoner of the universe? Is destiny fixed among the stars? Should I cry or laugh? All I know is that The best time to laugh is any time you can Life's one big party-thrown here by God We all get invitations-if we want them or not It's all truth or dare and nothing is fair No no no We're all scared there's Oh, it's the decade of fear No way out of here, no, no, no No, no, no -no, no, no -no, no, no Oh scream in my ears Oh stop what I hear, no, no, no No, no, no -no, no, no -no, no, no