Tho I'm a Tortoise

My finger paints aren't great
But I still hang them on my fridge
Reminds me of the fun I had
Whenever I look at it
No, I'm not Picasso or Da Vinci or who knows who
Tho I'm not the best by far I sure like what I do
(Alright, guys! On your mark, get set-)

Slow down, take a nap, I'll catch up to you
Run laps around me but we'll both burn out soon
The finish line's close and you've nothing to prove
And tho I'm behind, I need a nap too
'Cause tho I'm a tortoise, I've nothing to prove
Tho I'm a tortoise, I've nothing to prove

Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching

A slap on the wrist
A tomb made of stone
A casket awaiting a nap (oh, oh, oh)
We all end up six feet below
Bury me in my favorite hat
The medals I've won from the races I've run
On display back home with my cat
We all end up six feet below
So why should we care 'bout all that?

I run my mouth and I will till I'm old
And things my not be as the forecaster told
Guess they wanted me to show off what I do
But I couldn't care any less to show you
'Cause tho I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove
Tho I'm a hare, I've got nothing to prove

Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching
Death is marching

Two cozy little caskets, cardboard boxes, earthly holes
Can I hang our favorite pictures on the walls of moss and mold?
Death is marching steadfast twoards us (two cozy little caskets)
It doesn't care if you're bronze
Silver or gold (cardboard boxes, earthly holes)
If I reach the end before you
Will you lend your hand to hold?
Will you lend your hand to hold?

Slow down, take a nap, I'll catch up to you
Run laps around me but we'll both burn out soon
They'll pit us against one another, it's true
And tho we are different, we've nothing to prove
Tho I'm a tortoise, I've nothing to prove
Tho you're a hare, you've got nothing to prove
Tho we are different, we've nothing to prove
Oh tho I'm a tortoise, I've nothing to prove