Chords for You Gotta Die Sometime

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_ _ Okay, _ _
[Am] when the doctor [B] started using phrases like, you'll [Em] pass away, [F#] what [B] could I say?
[F] I said, doctor, [A] in [F] plain _ _ English, tell [E] me [F#] why was I [A] chosen?
[B] Why me of all men? _
[G] _ [F] Doctor, _ [C] _
here's the good [F] part, at [A#] least [B] death means I'll [Em] never [F#] be [G] scared about dying [Em] [G] again. _ _ _ _
[F#] _ Let's get on with living while we [Em] can and not play dumb. _
[Am] _ Death's [Em] gonna come, when it does, [C] screw the nerves, [Am] I'll be [G] eating hors d'oeuvres.
[C] It's the [G] roll of the dice [B] and no _ _ crime.
_ _ _ [Em] You gotta die _ _ _ sometime. _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ Death [D] is not a friend, [F#] but I hope in [Em] the end, [C] he takes me in his arms and lets me hold his face. _
_ _ [Bm] He holds me in his arms and whispers something _ funny.
_ [Am] He lifts me in his arms and tells me to embrace _ _ [B] his attack.
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Then the scene [Em] turns to black. _ _ _ _ _
Life _ sucks.
[F#m] _
People always hate a loser [E] and they hate [Em] lame ducks. _
[F#] Screw me [B] and shucks, [F] _ that's it, _ that's the ball game.
I [E] don't smoke, [G] don't do [A#] drugs, and [B] then comes the bad news.
[G] _ I [G] quit, _ that's the [F] ball game.
[Em] It's the chink in [C] the armor, [C#m] the shit in [Em] the karma, the blues. _ _ _
[Am] _ Can I [F#] keep my cool despite [Em] the urge to fall apart? _
[Am] How [B] should I start?
[Em] I would cry [C] if I could, [Am] but it does no [G] damn good to [C] explain.
[G] I'm a man in [B] my prime. _ _
_ _ _ You gotta [Em] die _ _ _ sometime. _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [D] Death's a funny pal [A] with a weird [Em] sort of talent.
[C] He puts his arms around my neck and walks me to the bed.
_ _ [Bm] He pins me up against the wall and kisses me like _ crazy.
_ [Am] The many stupid things I thought about with dread.
_ _ [B] Now, delight.
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Then the scene turns [Em] to white. _ _ _
[A] Give me the balls to [Em] orchestrate a graceful leave. _
[Am] That's my [B] _ reprieve [Em] to go out [C] without care, [Am] my head high [G] in the air.
[C] It's the last [G] little mountain [B] I'll _ _ _ climb. _ _ _ _ _
I'll climb. _ _
_ _ _ You gotta [Bm] die _ _ _ _ sometime.
_ You gotta die _ _ [Em] sometime.
You gotta die _ _ sometime.
You [D] gotta die sometime. _
Sometime.
_ Sometime. _
Sometime.
_ [E] _ Sometime.
Sometime.
_ _ [B] _ Sometime.
_ _ Sometime. _ _
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