Talk is cheap, screamin's cheaper

I don't wanna hear a peep out of your freakin' yapper

Time is of the essence, never been a freak of nature

Who didn't end with listening to the grim reaper's laughter

Wrote a message to the devil on a paper napkin

Was a question that he said nobody'd ever asked him

It read

If we all gotta die, don’t the devil gotta die too?

And how long must I survive to out-survive you?

They say that sleep is 'kin to dying

Dreaming must have been the first time that they seen them angels flying

Life's as sturdy as a dandelion which is about as sturdy as them buildings were on 9/11

I often wonder how them angels spend their time in heaven

And are they marked with tattoo needles or with branding irons?

Is there a prison above heaven even more prestigious?

Tell 'em to swear upon the bible before I ask of Jesus

If we all gotta die, don't the devil gotta die too?

And how long must I survive to out-survive you?

Death is deep below the surface

Underwater, 'bout to breach, it's like the freakin' slowest porpoise

Void of purpose

The soul is Satan's oldest purchase

That says it's necessary since he sold himself as a serpent

Tons of gold and cattle merchants

Out at your favorite places of worship

Easily lead the sheep to pasture

Look at the grass, don't it look fantastic?

Can't we cork that porpoise blow hole with some plastic?

I think that we can patch it if we all believe in magic, hey

If we all gotta die, don't the devil gotta die too?

And how long must I survive to out-survive you?