If I die tomorrow, put a sorry on my stone Not for everyone to see just a reminder for me of who I had become And if I die tomorrow, tell my mom I'll be alright Even if you have to lie I think it'll help her to try to carry it through And if I die tomorrow I'll go out with style (a word I'm sure will be really quick to define) 'Cause at best I only have like thirty hours left, you know So there will be a party in a minute, bring on the booze 'Cause nothing beats a drink when you've got nothing to lose But I'll tell you all about it when we're through Now just let us have a fucking ball One last chance to rise before the fall And if I die tomorrow it will be tight since I never really mastered scheduling life Especially one that has no plan of going on for a while So let's keep it good, keep it fast, keep it going as planned I need 20.000 orgasms, on demand Keep 'em coming till I can't stand them no more And if I die tomorrow, today I will change Everything impossible will come in to range It will be a bit to late to procrastinate, don't you think? So call up IA, tell him I'm there He's gonna teach me how to play in an hour and a half And then we'll finish it off with the historys best jam