Ready To Die

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

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.