What the hell will it say upon my grave?
Okay Shut up,
The dead guy's got the floor,
I might just get emotional so bear with me
Okay shut up,
We both know the rules,
This is a 50 yard death grip dash for fools
And anyone else convinced of the divinity of their history
I forgot to scowl in the portrait,
That they hung in the lobby by the casket,
I Eraced my fingernails with lead and gasoline.
I forgot that tatoos don't come off until you're worm's meat,
Can I identify me ?
I forgot to wear a black t-shirt,
To the world so they told me I was different.
I took out my peircing for an x-ray of my skull.
The hole filled in so quickly forming tiny little scabs,
Get the hydrogen peroxide!
What the hell will it say upon my grave?
Here lies that son of a bitch not rich or famous,
Ignoramus,
No black graffiti says
"I live" "am God" or "Save",
You can be sure there'll be no flowers or eternal flame,
R.I.P. you no name.
What the hell will it say upon my grave?
Here lies that son of a bitch not rich or famous,
Ignoramus,
No black graffiti says
"I live" "am God" or "Save",
You can be sure there'll be no flowers or a name upon the stone,
All it'll say is "Here lies some dead guy who lived his life alone",
always afraid to say what might be ugly or unpopular,
Now he's left nothing here on earth,
But ashes and a subatomic speck or dirt.
The dead guy's got the floor,
I might just get emotional so bear with me
Okay shut up,
We both know the rules,
This is a 50 yard death grip dash for fools
And anyone else convinced of the divinity of their history
I forgot to scowl in the portrait,
That they hung in the lobby by the casket,
I Eraced my fingernails with lead and gasoline.
I forgot that tatoos don't come off until you're worm's meat,
Can I identify me ?
I forgot to wear a black t-shirt,
To the world so they told me I was different.
I took out my peircing for an x-ray of my skull.
The hole filled in so quickly forming tiny little scabs,
Get the hydrogen peroxide!
What the hell will it say upon my grave?
Here lies that son of a bitch not rich or famous,
Ignoramus,
No black graffiti says
"I live" "am God" or "Save",
You can be sure there'll be no flowers or eternal flame,
R.I.P. you no name.
What the hell will it say upon my grave?
Here lies that son of a bitch not rich or famous,
Ignoramus,
No black graffiti says
"I live" "am God" or "Save",
You can be sure there'll be no flowers or a name upon the stone,
All it'll say is "Here lies some dead guy who lived his life alone",
always afraid to say what might be ugly or unpopular,
Now he's left nothing here on earth,
But ashes and a subatomic speck or dirt.