Priests and Paramedics

Paramedics, brave and strong
up before the break of dawn
putting poker faces on broken bodies all day long
the neighbors heard a fight
someone had a knife
it must have been the wife
the husband’s lost a lot of blood
he wakes up screaming «oh my god»
Am I gonna die?
Am I gonna die?
as they strapped his arms down to his sides
in times like these they’ve been taught to lie
«buddy just calm down, you’ll be alright»
several friends came to his grave
his children were so well behaved
as the priest gone up to speak
the assembly craved relief
but he himself not giving up So instead he offered them this bitter cup
you’re gonna die
we’re all gonna die
Could be 20 years, could be tonight
Lately I have been wondering why
We go to so much trouble
To postpone the unavoidable
And prolong the pain of being alive