Everybody's days are numbered,
ain't no use to sit and wonder when
we all class one right out of same
But as long as I'm still standing I'll live my
reckless abandon to the beat of my own rhythm
till I hear that angel bend when they lay me
in the ground and the good lord calls me home
I have one last request before they shovel that dirt on
Tell them to bury me upside down without
a bottom on
So all my critics can bend
down and kiss my * when I'm gone
When it comes,
don't cry for me,
make my stand away a party
An open invitation to everyone I knew before
that old casket closes and you start throwing
roses make sure all of my enemies walk past for one last view
When they lay me in the ground and the good lord calls me home
I have one last request before they shovel that dirt on
Tell them to bury me upside down without
a bottom on
So all my critics can bend down and kiss my
ass when I'm gone
Now I don't mean to sound mean,
but if you take it that way
then you'll get one last kiss before I fly away
And they lay me in the ground and the good lord calls me home
I have one last request before they shovel that dirt on
Tell them to bury me upside down without
a bottom on
So all my critics can bend down and kiss my * when I'm gone
So all my critics can bend down and kiss my * when I'm gone