If I die tomorrow, put a sorry on my stone
Not for everyone to see just a reminder for me of who I had become
And if I die tomorrow, tell my mom I'll be alright
Even if you have to lie I think it'll help her to try to carry it through

And if I die tomorrow I'll go out with style (a word I'm sure will be really quick to define)
'Cause at best I only have like thirty hours left, you know
So there will be a party in a minute, bring on the booze
'Cause nothing beats a drink when you've got nothing to lose
But I'll tell you all about it when we're through

Now just let us have a fucking ball
One last chance to rise before the fall

And if I die tomorrow it will be tight since I never really mastered scheduling life
Especially one that has no plan of going on for a while
So let's keep it good, keep it fast, keep it going as planned
I need 20.000 orgasms, on demand
Keep 'em coming till I can't stand them no more

And if I die tomorrow, today I will change
Everything impossible will come in to range
It will be a bit to late to procrastinate, don't you think?
So call up IA, tell him I'm there
He's gonna teach me how to play in an hour and a half
And then we'll finish it off with the historys best jam