With a gun inside your mouth life's rushing by   In the shade of sin; to live you have to die   Convicting yourself to the cross; it was your loss   The face made of tragic and tears:   Now it's here      It goes on and on and on   From the cradle to the grave   Well, it rolls like a wheel   The torture goes on and on      In the houses made of stone you try to hide   But the eyes of the beholder will try   To drag you from heaven to hell, I tell   The treasure, the struggle in pain   All in vain      It goes on and on and on   From the cradle to the grave   Well, it rolls like a wheel   On and on and on      On and on and on   It goes on and on and on   On and on and on   It goes on and on and on      Now you're gone   The torments tongue brought you under the ground   I can see it now so clear; you have to die   Convicting yourself to the cross; it was your loss   The face made of tragic and tears   Now it's near      It goes on and on and on   From the cradle to the grave   Well, it rolls like a wheel   The torture goes on and on   It goes on and on and on   From the cradle to the grave   In the calm in the storm   On and on and on   On and on   From the cradle to the grave   On and on and on and on