Good Day To Die

You let a lung bleed out

Blow out your nose

You looked across the park and into the city

To calvary row

Well you lay naked

You rose up to write

Who would have thought you were the poet of

Some junky congregation

Down on the flip side

Alone in the darkness you were warm

Alone in the womb, then you were born

A child prodigy obsessed with death

Now mutterings underneath your breath

Come and take me on high!

For today's a good day to die

Come and take me on high!

For today's

A good day

To die

You were connected

To the users from afar

Your father died of cancer 15 years ago

At the time you didn't care at all

He coined your catchphrase

"Rise up and write"

Who would have thought you were the poet of

Some junky congregation

Down on the flip side

Alone in the darkness you were warm

Alone in the womb, then you were born

A child prodigy obsessed with death

Now mutterings underneath your breath

Lord, come and take me on high!

For today's a good day to die

Come and take me on high!

For today's

A good day

To die

Today's

A good day

To die