Written In Stone

Your days are numbered from the time you were born Before you know it you blink and they're gone It is incumbent when finding you're an adult To select the right course, proceed, protest or join a cult For sooner than soon, the youthful spring disappears It dawns that you're old and it will move you to tears But what comes next might be most important of all When your eyes finally close comes the judgment call All the iniquitous things you had chosen to do Will then be paraded once more before you But it's then too late and what's done can't be changed It's Satan's stone where your acts are written and maintained So think about this when that Dybbuk sits on your shoulder And tell him "go back to Hell" before you get any older