when it looks like I’ve had it
all over but the shouting
over and out #30
need to pick out some music to close the casket by
if there was one, which there won’t be
been doing the wrong thing all along according to some
and even if it’s all messed up
well that’s the way I wanted to do it
I stopped caring a long time ago
it don’t make no difference
we all wind up dead anyway
dust to dust and all that jazz
and if you’re lucky you die in your sleep
not in some germ infested hospital room
in a bed of doom and gloom
leave me be
under some trees, hugging some grass
not in a forsaken depressing nursing home
taking all my money (what little of it I have)
for fourth-rate care
so keep your hands to yourself and when it comes
bury me at sea, that’s where I wanna be
scatter my ashes (mountains, ocean, vacant lot)
no celebration of life
have a few drinks in honor of my death
