Lately my life feels just like
The eve of a Spanish bullfight
Where the Toro Bravo will die tomorrow
And the matador will feel no sorrow
Lately I’ve been feeling like
The slayer and the slain
Don’t go throwing roses in my grave

Lately my life feels just like
I’ve blown it up with dynamite
A quarter stick inside my fist
I held it and I lit the wick
I tried to blow it out, but couldn’t
Now everything has changed
Don’t go throwing roses in my grave

Oh no, save ‘em for another lover
That you wish to lie with
Put ‘em in a pretty vase
With еvery petal on display
This world I love, but cannot stay
Its rulеs I didn’t make
So don’t go throwing roses in my grave

Lately my life feels just like
A lost-in-orbit satellite
Once had a purpose, but now it’s worthless
Doomed to float around Earth’s surface
And look on down through all the clouds
While civilizations wave
Don’t go throwing roses in my grave
Oh, no! ‘Cause I made a deal with the devil
I wore a wire, I gave him names
Now that we’re gathered here together
Don’t go throwing roses in my grave
Don’t go throwing roses

Lately my life feels just like
A run-on sentence
Run away, run away, run away
And don’t go throwing roses in my grave