How a Man's Supposed To Die
The Currys
I been lying around these last few days
Afraid that if I start moving I'd find my way
And that if I start talking I'd have something to say
Ain't that the way it goes
I drink to remember the best of my friends
I'll drink to forget the worst of my sins
And I'll drink to make love to her once again
Or to a girl of similar size
I hate myself come morning, but I love me late at night
If you ask how I'm doing, I'll say that I'm alright
Ain't nothing wrong with dying if it helps to pass the time
I'll be dancing through the graveyard laughing with a
Friend of mine
Sharing dreams of a coastline and a road to nowhere
I'll be drunk driving, wind blowing through my hair
When that savior comes to take me, I will not have a care
As his hands uncover my eyes
Ain't that how a man's supposed to die?