You come in cold
You're covered in blood
They're all so happy you've arrived
The doctor cuts your cord,
Hands you to your mom
She sets you free into this life
And where do you go
With no destination
No map to guide you
Wouldn't you know
That it doesn't matter we all end up the same

[Chorus]
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between
These were the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the best day of your life.

And money talks in this world,
That's what idiots will say
But you'll find out that this world,
Is just an idiots parade
Before you go, you've got some questions.
And you want answers
But now you're old, cold, covered in blood,
Right back to where you started from

[Chorus]

But these are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the best day of,
Today could be the worst day of,
Today could be the last day of your life.
It's your life, your life.

Writer : MADDEN, BENJI/MADDEN, JOEL
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing