Death Lyrics

The song Death is performed by Dennis Leary in the album named No Cure For Cancer in the year 1993 .

I'm sick and tired of my generation getting blamed
For the state of the planet, I'm sick of my generation getting called
'The TV generation', "Well all you guys do is watch TV"
What did you expect? We watched lee harvey oswald get shot

Live on tv one Sunday morning, we were afraid to change
The f**king channel for the next thirty years
"This show s*cks", "Yeah, but somebody might get shot
During the commercial, now hang on!

That's what's wrong with this country, we always shoot the wrong guys
We shoot J F K, we shoot R F K and it comes to teddy, we go
"Ahh, leave him alone, he'll f**k it up himself, no problem, you know"
Biggest target in the whole goddamn Kennedy family

Nobody takes a shot on me, he weighs about seven thousand pounds
You could shoot a bullet in Los Angeles and hit him in the a*s in Boston
Five minutes later, he'd be standing on the lawn
At the Kennedy compound going, "Ah There's a bullet in my a*s, ah"

Ted kennedy, good senator, but a bad date
You know what I'm saying, folks? One of those guys who gets home
At four o'clock in the morning and goes, "What did I forget?
Oh! The f**king girl! What's the matter with me?
Jesus, where are my pants? Holy shit!

Because I'll tell you folks, we got a real problem with guns
In this country, we have people snapping
Almost twice, three, four, five times a year, right?
People just snap, they can't take it anymore, they just snap

They go into Mcdonalds and kill fifteen people
I mean what the f**k is going on down at the post office?
Every six months some guy gets fired, comes back
And kills all his co-workers

If I worked at the post office as a supervisor
I wouldn't lay anybody off for the next twenty-five f**king years
I'd just walk around going, "Hanrahan, what're you doing?" "Nothing"
"Well, keep it up, you're doing a great job! Jesus, I'll tell ya"

And I am sick and tired for New York city taking the blame
In this country for the crime problem, you know
Whenever you read a fact chart, it always says Detroit leads the world
In rape and murder and everything else, but New York takes the blame

"New york's a cess pool, it's a cess pool of filth and crime
We're moving", "Hey! I just moved here four years ago
And I'm not leaving, because this is the most exciting place
In the world to live"

Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
Construction cranes collapsing on the sidewalks
Manhole covers blowing up, asbestos shooting into the sky

We had a subway crash here a couple of years ago
Five people died, the next day they found the driver was drunk
And hooked on crack, folks, this makes Disneyland
Look like a f**king bike ride, doesn't it?

"Your drive today is Edward, he's drunk and hooked on crack
The man sitting next to you has a loaded nine-millimeter
Good luck, folks!", "Honey, get the camera!"
This is gonna be f**king great!"

Yeah, I love living in New York, man and people who live in New York
We wear that fact like a badge right on our sleeve because we know
That fact impresses everybody! "I was in vietnam"
"So what? I live in New York!", "Really?

Yeah, 'cause New York teaches you to live life the way
It should be lived, moment to moment, yes
Because every moment in New York could be your last
Oh yeah, yeah

You could be walking down the street tomorrow
Feeling good about yourself, drink free, drug free
Looking forward to the future
And somebody accidently nudges their poodle off of a 75th floor ledge

Doink! And he's headed for the ground
At a hundred and seventy five thousand miles per hour
And curchunk he's impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"

People cut the article out and they laugh about it at the office
And you're forever remembered as the poodle man!
"I knew the poodle man and he hated f**king poodles"

New york teaches you to live life moment to moment
And street by street and beat to beat
Because we've all played that street ot street game in New York
Haven't we? Yes we have, good block, bad block, good block, bad block
Gun block, crack block, asbestos block, poodle block! Poodle block

'Cause most people think, "Life s*cks, and then you die"
I disagree, I think life s*cks, then you get cancer
Then you go into chemotherapy and you lose all your hair
You feel bad about yourself, then all of the sudden
The cancer goes into remission

You look good, you feel good, you're going great
And all of the sudden you have a stroke, you can't move your right side
And one day you step off the curb at 68th by Lincoln center and bang
You get hit by a bus and then, maybe, you die

Because I think Jim Hensen said it best when he said
"Anybody got any aspirin? I think I got a cold"
And a chill filled the room, we all have this incredible attachment
To the muppets, don't we? "We love the muppets! They're so cute!"

Did you hear about Jim Hensen's funeral? Here in New York city, huh?
Kermit the frog and big bird sang "It's not easy being green"
At Jim Hensen's funeral, if I'm fifty-six years old
When I kick the bucket and a f**king sock is singing at my funeral

I'm gonna pop out of the coffin and go
"Hey! What the Hell is this about? Sammy Davis Jr. gets Frank Sinatra
And I get a f**king sock?
I'm really pissed off now!

Dennis Leary - No Cure For Cancer

Nov 1993

Death