[Intro – slow, filthy groove] Bones creak like doors in a funeral home Skin hangs loose on a brittle frame Eyes gone gray and the teeth are stone Every breath is a losing game [Verse 1] Wrinkled hands gripping the edge of doom Rotting away in a silent room Medicine bottles and mothball stink One more day at the bathroom sink Back bent crooked like a broken chair Dead man walking with thinning hair Clock keeps laughing, tick by tick Life turns sour, weak, and sick [Pre-Chorus] I won’t crawl I won’t fade I won’t beg For one more day Let the worms Know my name Before age Claims my frame [Chorus] I’d rather be dead than decrepit Cuz the dead don’t grow old I’d rather be dead than decrepit Put me in my grave then leave me alone I’d rather be dead than decrepit Nail the coffin shut then go home I’d rather be dead than decrepit Chisel on my tombstone: I DIDN’T DIE OLD!!! [Verse 2] Sagging flesh and a coughing lung Bitter taste on a dying tongue Every mirror is a horror show Every year is another blow Bed sores bloom like cemetery flowers Nursing home screams in the midnight hours Spoiled soup and a plastic tray Waiting for death to clock in today [Pre-Chorus 2] I won’t rust I won’t bend I won’t rot Until the end Dig it deep Cold and low Throw me down Let me go [Chorus] I’d rather be dead than decrepit Cuz the dead don’t grow old I’d rather be dead than decrepit Put me in my grave then leave me alone I’d rather be dead than decrepit Nail the coffin shut then go home I’d rather be dead than decrepit Chisel on my tombstone: I DIDN’T DIE OLD!!! [Bridge – creepy half-time stomp] No soft goodbye No final prayer No family crying Around my chair No spoon-fed slop No diapered shame No nurse mispronouncing My rotting name I’ll haunt the dirt I’ll rot with pride But I won’t let time Eat me alive [Breakdown – brutal, chantable] Old! Weak! Bent! Sick! Cracked! Cold! Dead! Quick! Old! Weak! Bent! Sick! Bury me whole— Before I’m decrepit! [Final Chorus – bigger, gang vocals] I’d rather be dead than decrepit Cuz the dead don’t grow old I’d rather be dead than decrepit Put me in my grave then leave me alone I’d rather be dead than decrepit Nail the coffin shut then go home I’d rather be dead than decrepit Chisel on my tombstone: I DIDN’T DIE OLD!!! [Outro – slow fade, guttural] Dig it deep… Drop me low… Tell the world… I didn’t die old… I DIDN’T… DIE… OLD!!!
