I'm dying from my own disease, I'm the villain,
I'm the murderer and the victim is me.
I've got a date with fate and I just can't wait, I'll see you all down at the morgue.
I need some coffee, a corpse and a cigarette just in case that I get bored.

Red, white, and bruised and bathed in sin,
I've been through hell and back again.
Bury me now and say it's the end.
Oh my God, look at what the bats dragged in.

I'm pissing into the wind, I got a face full of it, lick my lips and do it again.
My claim to fame is I've got no shame, a corpse is a corpse of course.
I've got a hand full of nails and a crucifix just in case that I get bored.