No One Here Gets Out Alive

five to one,
one in five,
no one here
gets out alive.

your ballroom days are over, baby.
night is drawing near.
shadows of
the evening
crawl across the years.
you walk into the room with a flower in your hand,
trying to tell me no one understands.
trading your hours for a handful of dimes, gonna make it baby,
in our prime.

--jim morrison
(from "five to one")