i woke up thirsty on an island in the sea

i woke up hungry with hungry cougars surrounding me



i hit the soft spot on the soft spot on my head

it made me tired so i sung from my bed



i'm ready to die X4

a sword, a switchblade, any way you cut it

i'm not afraid, i know i'm going to get it



oh maker! (of such fine products

as palm trees, and the dead sea)

don't pardon me, there's nothing rude

things conclude, things conclude!



as i slurred that chorus, the ghosts got biggie

small sounds like a drill

the death sweat suits me

a death threat provides a thrill



i've seen the world, kissed all the pretty girls

i've said my goodbyes and now i'm ready to die.