'Til I Die
Edward Carlyle III (BMI) Daly, Martin (ASCAP) Chandler
Well I might be the singer in a big rock band
But I'm taking my life with my own bare hands
Everyone gonna mourn, gonna gather around
As they lower my bloated ass in the ground
Won't make no sense, ain't no good reason why
How could this happen to such a nice guy'
You're gonna wonder how it went so awry
I'm gonna choke myself and masturbate
'Til I die
I'm here to tell you I'm a selfish pig
And tonight I'm gonna end it all right after the gig
And I won't give a shit what anyone thinks
When I'm hanging from a doorknob in a pool of my own stink
And now that you know how it all went down
How sick and twisted - I ain't fucking around
You might be amazed how downright depraved
I should'a took my dirty little secret to the grave