I won't live forever, Where will I go? Will I miss the war? Will I miss the snow? I love the way the water Comes down like acid rain For when I'm gone. They'll carry on For when I'm gone, They'll carry on But in your head, You're all dead You're brain's cold from what's been told and there you sit begging change don't you get it? You're still in the shooting range Ride. This is life not a game and it's getting real old Your body is hungry for your soul's been sold And now your trapped, deep inside my kind of ride sixty-nine stories down down, better better run and hide ride I won't live forever, Where will I go? Will I miss the war? Will I miss the snow? I love the way the water Comes down like acid rain For when I'm gone. They'll carry on For when I'm gone, They'll carry on