If I Die...

If it seems my spirit's fled,
Consecrate this unkempt head
Upon which so much rode 'til then
When all that could be said was said
And will to win was paper-thin.
Oh, where was will to spine desire?
Could not this slumping fool go higher?
Blessed with one year and a day,
I forfeited the year entire
And played like hell my day to play.
If I die before I'm dead,
Shoot me two times in the head.
Let my kitties lick the mess
Of my disfigured face. Caress
Their heads and take them home,
For I'll be pitch'd in futile battle
Deep within my devil-dome.
Self-pity is as foul a sin
As mixing diet coke with gin--
Nothing more pathetic than
To think things through through thick and thin
And never act or be a man.
who the hell dreamt up salvation?
Better to be saved from Heaven.
It's a sorry lot that celebrates
My ordained damnation.
I wasn't such a bad fella!
If I die before I'm dead,
Take my body to the shed
And beat it with a baseball bat
Until you're fairly sure "That's that."
And find my cats a proper home...
For I'll be pitch'd in futile battle
Deep within my devil-dome.
If I die before I'm dead,
Shoot me two times in the head.
Let my kitties lick the mess
Of my disfigured face. Caress
Their heads and take them home,
For I'll be pitch'd in futile battle
Deep within my devil-dome.
I'll be pitch'd in futile battle
Deep within my devil-dome.
Deep within my devil-dome.
Deep within my devil-dome.
Deep within my devil-dome.