The bloodless toil   The endless foil   You'll never see your home again   Everytime you dial that phone   It rings like it's got no end      Life, what precious moments   Like a flood that you can't reverse   Oh life of precious moments   And it's only getting worse      The mud-filled cracks   Of rutted tracks   You'll 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 can't reverse   Oh, life, what precious moments   And it's only getting worse      I hate to see what trials can be   Expected of the ordinary   Before you can recoil in horror   You'll discover life is life's destroyer      Oh, life, what precious moments   Like a flood that you can't reverse   Oh, life, what precious moments   And it's only getting worse      I hate to see what trials can be   Expected of the ordinary   We've all got some blood for brothers   Why do we never share with others      Sisters pure -- the vein is sure   You'll never hear music again   That's enough, that's enough, that's enough, oh that's enough   Of life, what precious moments   Like a flood that you can't reverse   Oh, life, what precious moments   And it's only getting worse      Don't waste your time -- I can't hear you   Don't waste your time -- I can't hear you   Don't waste your time -- I can't hear you   Don't waste your time -- I can't hear you...