There is no one waiting for you past the final bend
I can hardly say but it's been dragging down no end
We will someday laugh about it far beyond the grave
When we're, far beyond the grave.

Guess I mean to say that
Counting every other minute I keep wasting
All this time I should be fester than a bullet to my 
head. 

Better have you staring at me right into the eye
Don't you hate the morning when the sun is in your eyes
When the sun is in your eyes.

Guess I mean to say that
Counting every other minute I keep wasting
All this time I should be fester than a bullet to my 
head. 


There is nothing keeping you from having your goodbyes
What I hardly feel is I've been getting sick at times
Wake me in the morning I'm as angry as a god
Simply angry as a god.