Music

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, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die"

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