"A Good Day To Die" lyrics
War and death
The stench of fear hits the air
Pinch yourself
To check if you're still alive
Oh, how prophetic, the end of days
So, wrap in plastic your MREs
And grow a Garden of Eden, sow
Your oats and fly, the end is nigh
We're fuckin' drunk and we're way too high
To convince ourselves that the end is nigh
Now I'm wasting your time, and you're wasting mine
But we sure picked a damn good day to die!
A good day to die!
Pain and loss
Hits you hard like a stone
Time runs out
You feel as if you're alone
So, pick a poison and make a wish
And do enjoy your every sip
The night is young, and so am I
And rumor has it, the end is nigh!
We're fuckin' drunk and we're way too high
To convince ourselves that the end is nigh
Now I'm wasting your time, and you're wasting mine
But we sure picked a damn good day to die!
War and death
The stench of fear hits the air
Pinch yourself
To check if you're still alive
Oh, how prophetic, the end of days
So, wrap in plastic your MREs
And grow a Garden of Eden, sow
Your oats and fly, the end is nigh
We're fuckin' drunk and we're way too high
To convince ourselves that the end is nigh
Now I'm wasting your time, and you're wasting mine
But we sure picked a damn good day to die!
A damn, a damn good day to die!
A damn, a damn good day to die!
A damn, a damn good day to die!
We damn sure picked a good day to die!
The stench of fear hits the air
Pinch yourself
To check if you're still alive
Oh, how prophetic, the end of days
So, wrap in plastic your MREs
And grow a Garden of Eden, sow
Your oats and fly, the end is nigh
We're fuckin' drunk and we're way too high
To convince ourselves that the end is nigh
Now I'm wasting your time, and you're wasting mine
But we sure picked a damn good day to die!
A good day to die!
Pain and loss
Hits you hard like a stone
Time runs out
You feel as if you're alone
So, pick a poison and make a wish
And do enjoy your every sip
The night is young, and so am I
And rumor has it, the end is nigh!
We're fuckin' drunk and we're way too high
To convince ourselves that the end is nigh
Now I'm wasting your time, and you're wasting mine
But we sure picked a damn good day to die!
War and death
The stench of fear hits the air
Pinch yourself
To check if you're still alive
Oh, how prophetic, the end of days
So, wrap in plastic your MREs
And grow a Garden of Eden, sow
Your oats and fly, the end is nigh
We're fuckin' drunk and we're way too high
To convince ourselves that the end is nigh
Now I'm wasting your time, and you're wasting mine
But we sure picked a damn good day to die!
A damn, a damn good day to die!
A damn, a damn good day to die!
A damn, a damn good day to die!
We damn sure picked a good day to die!
