Sixteen born, and sixteen died
Should I laugh, I could have cried
I'm no saver, and I'm no lie
This is the art of staying alive

Alive, and I'm tired
of telling time, Take Five

Going down, and I'm in doubt,
There's so much of this about,
We the heroes, wonder why
This is the art of staying alive

Alive, and I'm tired
of telling time, Take Five

Find the lady, find her crown,
Ask her just what is allowed,
There's only so much I can buy
This is the art of staying alive

Alive, and I'm tired
of telling time, Take Five

God got up so early, so he missed the crowd,
Saw me playing dirty while, a guest in his house,
Ask me what the matter was, I swore that I lied
Remember the art, remember the art of staying alive

Alive, and I'm tired
of telling time, Take Five

I was on the phone, to my mother's son,
I tell you not my brother, but the other one,
He said there's a reason, and it's good to cry
Remember the art, remember the art of staying alive

Alive, and I'm tired
of telling time, Take Five