And I’m so sick and tired of all these dramas,
Everything has an end, don’t call me Nostradamus.
You might be heavy but in the end you’re light,
You gonna call your belts - trash, like Iron Mike.
You only live once, no cuts, camera, action!
Wanna be a special one? You’ll end up like Jackson.
‘Cause death is Tom and you’re a mouse.
Wrong turn and you’ll meet with Winehouse.