You come in cold You're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, Hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life And where do you go With no destination No map to guide you Wouldn't you know That it doesn't matter we all end up the same [Chorus] These are the chronicles of life and d**h and everything between These were the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem. You come in this world, and you go out just the same. Today could be the best day of your life. And money talks in this world, That's what idiots will say But you'll find out that this world, Is just an idiots parade Before you go, you've got some questions. And you want answers But now you're old, cold, covered in blood, Right back to where you started from [Chorus]