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 am ready to die X4
a sword, a switchblade, any way you cut it
i am not afraid, i know i am gonna get it
oh maker! (of such fine products
as palm trees, & the dead sea)
don´t pardon me, there isn´thing 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 have seen the world, kissed all the pretty girls
i have said my goodbyes & now i am ready to die.
Unicorns, The Ringtones