Cowards and Heroes, listen my friends
If you have money and nothing to spend
It'll make no difference in a hundred years or so
Sooner or later we all make the little flowers grow
Wise men and fools, you'll get the fire
You'll never get out of this world alive
Don't run and hide, it's no use I know
Sooner or later we all make the little flowers grow
Short men and tall men and all the rest
Please, don't blame me I didn't start this mess
Some of us stay, some of us go
Sooner or later we all make the little flowers grow