If I Should Die

Should my organs be a failin’
And my conscience giving out,
And the consequences bein’ an early death,
I would do something constructive,
There’s no need to cry and shout,
I would want to make the best of every breath.

I think the first thing on my list,
Would be to get real high,
On every party drug that I can find,
I figure it can’t hurt me now,
I’ll give it all a try,
It don’t matter if the ekkies send me blind.

The next part of my sicko plan,
Shall take me overseas,
To Washington or Downing Street or Bust,
Where I’ll kill some politicians,
Just as many as I please,
And leave their solid metal hearts to rust.

I’m still unsure of what to,
Once this has been achieved,
But I’ll buy a Macca’s coke to quench my thirst.
Then I’ll eat a Trans fat happy meal,
Whilst feeling most aggrieved,
And hope the burger doesn’t kill me first.