Some died in ecstasynSome died in povertynBut they all die with their boots on nAt the shouting end of lifennRoll me out a barrel, I'll toast you to your kneesnTake away this safety net, bring me my trapezenOrder me a stretcher, for midnight if you pleasenGive me sweet music and strife;nnAnything could put me in that long black wooden boxnGunpowder, whisky or the two-tone Chinese poxnBut I'm not going quietly, I do not feel the callnI want to stay at the shouting endnSo honey, let's not go at allnnI will not gonAs long as the room keeps swaying to and fronAs long as the band can playnHere is where i'm gonna staynI'm gonna stay at the shouting endnThe shouting end of lifennTea-time with the vultures, drinking with the pressnNever trust a vulture that wants you to confessnMe, whose only problem is an excess of excessnThey might as well hand you the knifennGunpowder, whisky, falling off the wirenAnything could put me in that ever after choirnHacks that want to see me shuffle off the shelfnI hand them each a bottle, I say:nGo fuck yourselfnnI will not gonAs long as the room keeps swaying to and fronAs long as the band can playnHere is where i'm gonna staynI'm gonna stay at the shouting endnThe shouting end of lifennI will not gonAs long as the room keeps swaying to and fronAs long as the band can playnHere is where i'm gonna staynI'm gonna stay at the shouting endnThe shouting end of lifennI'm gonna stay at the shouting endnThe shouting end of lifen'm gonna stay at the shouting endnThe shouting end of life...nnI will not go!