I was trying to keep my expectations
low enough to walk across
without breaking anybodys new-made
sentry chair
Your mothers love me,
even ghosts of
girlfriends call from Cleveland
They will meet me anytime
and anywhere

The day I die, the day I die
where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
where will we be?

I know you're trying to help me, but
you're just messing everybody up
Just let me build the courage now to
turn the volume up inside my ears
The years I used to put my
head inside the speakers
in the hallway where you get too high
and talk forever

The day I die, the day I die
where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
where will we be?

I get a little punch-you-in-the-(???)
just like my great uncle Valentine Jester did
when he had to deal with those sons of bitches
who had no goddamn common sense
I'd rather walk all the way home right now
than spend one more minute in this room
I'm exactly like you, Valentine,
Just come outside and leave with me

Let's just get high enough to see your problems
Let's just get sad enough to see our fathers' houses

The day I die, the day I die
where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
where will we be?