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
Asked 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