I don’t wanna die said the man

As he sat in a bunker in the backyard

With a gun in his hand

Hands are sanitised

Belly full of rice

House stacked floor to ceiling with food and supplies

But I’m prepared to die to protect what is mine

You can take my toilet paper from my cold dead hands

Might get sick and die

If I do that’s alright

At least I'll die with the cleanest arsehole that I’ve ever had

I don’t wanna die

I don’t wanna die

I don’t wanna die

But you can take my toilet paper from my cold dead hands