The Chronicles Of Life And Death by Good Charlotte

You come in cold, you're covered in blood
They're all so happy you've arrived
The doctor cuts your cord, hand it to your mom
She sets you free into this life

And where do you go?
With no destination, no map to guide you
Wouldn't you know
That it doesn't matter, we all end up the same

These are the chronicles of life and death
And everything between
These are the stories of our lives as fictional
As they may seem

You come in this world
And you go out just the same
Today could be the best day of your life

And money talks in this world
That's what idiots will say
But you'll find out that this world
Is just an idiot's parade

Before you go
You've got some questions and you're answered
But now you're old, cold, covered in blood
Right back to where you started from

And these are the chronicles of life and death
And everything between
These are the stories of our lives as fictional
As they may seem

You come in this world
And you go out just the same
Today could be the worst day of your life

But these are the chronicles of life and death
And everything between
These are the stories of our lives as fictional
As they may seem

You come in this world
And you go out just the same
Today could be the best day of
Today could be the worst day of
Today could be the last day of your life
It's your life, your life

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