I think I'll drink myself into [bad word]  And I'll take every way out I can find
 But morphine, codeine, whisky, they won't alter
 The way I feel the way now death is not around

 So death take your fiddle
 And play a song for me
 Play a song we used to sing
 The one that brought you close to me
 Play a song and I will sing along

 I think I'd like to take myself to heaven
 Cause I ain't been there many times before
 And Jesus Christ, if I don't know if I like it
 Sadness [bad word] a thousand times or more

 So death take your fiddle
 And play a song for me
 Play a song we used to sing
 The one that brought you close to me
 Play a song and I will sing along

 Think I'll drink myself into [bad word]  And I'll take every pill that I can find
 But morphine, codeine, whisky, they won't alter
 The way I feel now death is not around 
 The way I feel now death is not around 
 The way I feel now death is not around