Each day another game of Russian roulette
Not knowing how many bullets in the gun
Life nothing more than a loosing bet
There could be six or one, or none
Three pounds of pressure on the trigger
From birth to the grave the chances so low
Sooner or later we\'ll get to know the grave digger
Disease, accident, war or murder we don\'t know
Not knowing when the explosion will happen
where, or when, or how
Old age, don\'t let it catch you nappin
To death we all must bow