Matthew Ebel - Better Off Dead lyrics

So that's that: there's nothing left to say It's all gone: it blew up in my face Maybe I could be a model of the human race And take living as a prize for second place And all the things we left unsaid The strawmen that we beat up instead Were just flies buzzing in my head The world turned faster than this Young, dumb ba*tard could tell Hell, oh well, maybe we were Better off dead So nobody predicted we'd be gone 'Cause God told me, your preacher got it wrong The market crashes, turns to ashes That you're dancing on While some fat lady cues up for her song. You just don't panic, so they said In all the good books that I have read You just lay back and feed your head Well that ain't clever That never got nothing to sell Hell, oh well, maybe we were better off dead