I have fourteen days to, fourteen days to go
I have fourteen days to, fourteen days to go
Five to cry and four to wonder what it's like to die
Three to hate you, two to think about what to do
Then I'm gonna be done with you, then I'm gonna be done with you
I hope it's cold out there
I hope your clothes are red there
I hope that you get gout and all your teeth fall out
I hope you blow your life savings on your ill-attended farm days
And then all your kids leave home with your three hundred dollar phone
Then I drive by your house in my new Porsche
I have fourteen days to, fourteen days to go
Five to cry and four to wonder what it's like to die
Three to hate you, two to think about what to do
Then I'm gonna be done with you, then I'm gonna be done with you
I stayed awake all night, in about a year it got light
Chew when my fingers rot, while crying on the gas floor
Heck, I don't really want all of your teeth to fall out
And gee, I would hate to see those pretty legs swell up
And to tell the truth, I prefer mediators
I'm gonna be done with you, then I'm gonna be done with you
I stayed awake all night, in about a year it got light
Chew when my fingers rot, while crying on the gas floor
I have fourteen days to, fourteen days to go
Five to cry and four to wonder what it's like to die
Three to hate you, two to think about what to do
Then I'm gonna be done with you, then I'm gonna be done with you
Then I'm gonna be done with you