How a Man's Supposed To Die

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?