I look forward to my death 
Excitement has me short of breath 
Catholics have me mystified 
When they're good, they're afraid to die 

Laughing at the law, the brothers say you like to get high 
Mother said "You're gone", tripping on the fourth of July 

When [bad word] died Jesus went 
To read up on his faith in death 
Bridge of souls that beg the rest 
To build this dream they must invest