Scoot
Or you'll get the boot

Or maybe the knife
Or maybe the noose
Perhaps we'll just cut out your life
Or throw you off the caboose

Some people take forever to decide
Between all the choices we give them
So by the time they choose, they've died
And we've turned their skin into an item...

Tick tock
Watch the clock

What will you do
Now that we've caught you?

Call us crazy,
Call us gone,
But one thing's for certain -
We've all the time in forever
And you have none.