Musical Douche

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbodYe42AGs

When we’re all dead and gone

And the new me is being born

And we’re smashed against the rocks

All sick and all forlorn, don’t cry, don’t worry

It’ll make a pretty story

He was black with rage, ready to kill his lover’s lover’s lover

When our BODIESSSSSS are ENTWINED

And the last spark of love has shined

And the final dinners cooked and dined, we sip the wine, and look refined

Don’t cry, don’t worry, ooh uh

It’ll make a pretty story aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuu OOH YEAH Lots of speculation here:

And if you crack addicts aren’t alright, gets marooned on a whim by a wayward knife, you darted outside no friend no wife, well, what then. Well I'm shaking in my boots at the Reaper’s blade, the light down here’s gonna slip and fade. ? ? ? ? ? ? will, carve my name into the side of a hill. I don’t wanna be forgot man it scares me too, I want a fuck off funeral, seat a hundred pews. And it’s lookin’ at me babe, I’m lookin’ at you still, so tell me, HOW DOES THIS ALL MAKE YOU FEEL? SICK OR SAD OR, IN A HURRY?