Paroles de To Be Or Not To Be

Ten men at the funeral queue The great cadaver they do view In the brain the blood clot Another ten their livers rot To be or not to be A hundred revolution plot Change the world without a shot They dream of sweet revenge Another hundred round the bend To be or not to be A thousand haven’t got a friend They’re lonely right until the end A thousand fires on the railway line A thousand bottles of red wine A hundred thousand nights divine A hundred thousand pearls and swines A million tears A million fears A million laughs A million cheers To be or not to be If looks could kill a million spears A million get me out of here A billion heartbeats A billion breaths A billion pounds They all invest To be or not to be