I hate to die this way with the quiet
Over everything like a shroud.
I’d rather die where the band’s a-playin’
Noisy and loud.
Rather die the way I lived—
Drunk and rowdy and gay!
God Why did you ever curse me
Makin’ me die this way?
I hate to die this way with the quiet
Over everything like a shroud.
I’d rather die where the band’s a-playin’
Noisy and loud.
Rather die the way I lived—
Drunk and rowdy and gay!
God Why did you ever curse me
Makin’ me die this way?
