Death Is My Sleezy Pay

Some say death is the easy way and I think they're right

'Cause nights tick by like a long week except when you stop by

And I know that tryin' gets nothing done and I see you're about dry

'Cause nothing gets you high, you're poor the day you die

And alcohol, it only makes you tired

But seein' you feels good and it's always understood

That anything much sweeter would make me die