Okay Shut up 

The dead guy's got the floor 

I might just get emotional so bear with me 

Okay shut up we both know the rules 

This is a 50 yard death grip dash for fools 

And anyone else convinced 

Of the divinity of their pee pee


I forgot to scowl in the portrait 

That they hung in the lobby by the casket 

I forgot the fingering for the barre chords in drop D 

I forgot that tattoos don't come off until you're worm's meat 

Can't identify me 

Hey 


What the hell will it say upon my grave?

Here lies that son of a bitch not rich or famous 

Ignoramus

Hey 

No black graffiti says, 

"I live" "am God" or "Save" 

You can be sure there'll be no flowers or eternal flame 

R.I.P. you no name


No bitmapped reproduction 

Spawns my digital progeny 

No photographic record to extend me (avenge me!) 


I couldashouldawoulda been a star 

But the car at the stop light veered to the right 

Just slightly east not west 

So I guess that's what made me epileptically shake 

And miss (spit up at) the audition 


I forgot to wear a black t-shirt 

To the world so they told me I was different 

I took out my earrings for an x-ray of my skull 

The holes filled in so quickly 

Forming tiny little scabs get the hydrogen peroxide 


Chorus


So long...So long 

No one will miss me when I'm gone 

My gravesite will be blank and unmarked 

And underground alone in the dark 

I'll probably be a little pissed that 

The world just keeps on spinning like I never exsisted! 


Chorus


You can be sure there'll be no flowers 

or a name upon the stone 

All it'll say is "Here lies some dead guy who lived his life alone; 

always afraid to say what might be ugly or unpopular" 

Now he's left nothing her on earth 

But ashes and a subatomic speck or dirt