Lately my life feels just like The eve of a Spanish bullfight Where the Toro Bravo will die tomorrow And the matador will feel no sorrow Lately I’ve been feeling like The slayer and the slain Don’t go throwing roses in my grave Lately my life feels just like I’ve blown it up with dynamite A quarter stick inside my fist I held it and I lit the wick I tried to blow it out, but couldn’t Now everything has changed Don’t go throwing roses in my grave Oh no, save ‘em for another lover That you wish to lie with Put ‘em in a pretty vase With еvery petal on display This world I love, but cannot stay Its rulеs I didn’t make So don’t go throwing roses in my grave Lately my life feels just like A lost-in-orbit satellite Once had a purpose, but now it’s worthless Doomed to float around Earth’s surface And look on down through all the clouds While civilizations wave Don’t go throwing roses in my grave Oh, no! ‘Cause I made a deal with the devil I wore a wire, I gave him names Now that we’re gathered here together Don’t go throwing roses in my grave Don’t go throwing roses Lately my life feels just like A run-on sentence Run away, run away, run away And don’t go throwing roses in my grave