[Verse 1]
My finger paints aren't great, but I still hang them on my fridge
Reminds me of the fun I had whenever I look at it
No, I am not Picasso or da Vinci or who knows who
Though I am not the best by far, I sure like what I do

[Chorus]
Slow down, take a nap
I'll catch up to you
Run laps around me, but we'll both burn out soon
The finish line's close and you’ve nothing to prove
And though I'm behind, I need a nap too
Cause though I'm a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove
Though I'm a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove

Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching

[Verse 2]
A slap on the wrist
A tomb made of stone
A casket awaiting a nap
We all end up six feet below
Bury mе in my favorite hat
The medals I'vе won from the races I've run
On display back home with my cat
We all end up six feet below
So why should we care ‘bout all that?
[Chorus]
I run my mouth and I will until I'm old
And things may not be as the forecaster told
Guess they wanted me to show off what I do
But I couldn't care any less to show you
Cause though I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove
Though I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove

Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching

[Bridge]
Two cozy little caskets, cardboard boxes, earthy holes
Can I hang my favorite pictures on the walls of moss and mold?
Death is marching steadfast towards us (two cozy little caskets)
It doesn’t care if your bronze
Silver or gold (cardboard boxes, earthy holes)
If I reach the end before you, will you lend your hand to hold?
Will you lend your hand to hold?
[Chorus]
Slow down, take a nap, I'll catch up to you
Run laps around me
But we'll both burn out soon
They'll pit us against one another, it's true
And though we are different, we’ve nothing to prove
Though I'm a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove

[Outro]
Though you’re a hare, I have nothing to prove
Though we are different, we’ve nothing to prove
Oh, though I'm a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove