The bloodless toil
The endless foil
Youll never see your home again
Everytime you dial that phone
It rings like its got no end

Life, what precious moments
Like a flood that you cant reverse
Oh life of precious moments
And its only getting worse

The mud-filled cracks
Of rutted tracks
Youll never see your mother again
Everytime you dig that grave
Why do you bother trying to fill it in?

Oh, life, what precious moments
Like a flood that you cant reverse
Oh, life, what precious moments
And its only getting worse

I hate to see what trials can be
Expected of the ordinary
Before you can recoil in horror
Youll discover life is lifes destroyer

Oh, life, what precious moments
Like a flood that you cant reverse
Oh, life, what precious moments
And its only getting worse

I hate to see what trials can be
Expected of the ordinary
Weve all got some blood for brothers
Why do we never share with others

Sisters pure -- the vein is sure
Youll never hear music again
Thats enough, thats enough, thats enough, oh thats enough
Of life, what precious moments
Like a flood that you cant reverse
Oh, life, what precious moments
And its only getting worse

Dont waste your time -- I cant hear you
Dont waste your time -- I cant hear you
Dont waste your time -- I cant hear you
Dont waste your time -- I cant hear you...

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JONATHAN PAUL AUER, KEN STRINGFELLOW