Seems like a good day Is coming my way My dice landed With the one-eye down The sun is up The meter shows red Coffee hit my nostrils As I land my feet A nice day A nice day Thinking, what a nice day to die Thinking, what a nice day to die Thinking, what a nice day to die Morning paper in the breeze Headline says a girl deceased For a second I am gone Seeing clouds erase the sun Thinking, what a nice day to die Thinking, what a nice day to die Thinking, what a nice day to die Thinking, what a nice day to die