How Not to Die

My father's house, my mother tongue My frozen cells give me away I'm more than sound, I'm more than skin I'm more than self I'm more without than I'm within Or so it seems, seems like it could be drunk It could be driving me I want to see, I want to be, want to believe Hangin' up my three sheets thinking of thee How not to die, how to ket go, how do you do That which you do with your eyes closed Get down sometimes, give something up Get good and by, I know you are cause so am I It's in three whiskies deep, obscene, pickin up steam