I wanna die with a worn out passport In the pocket of stolen jeans On a beach somewhere I've never been before Full of people I've never seen And I want my body filled with More alcohol than blood Don't take this as self destructive Because this wish is filled with love So we drank and talked for hours About the places you wanna go I suggested every country in the world And I never heard a 'no' You could never look like a tourist I might as well have maps unraveled I wanna die with a worn out passport And I would really like to travel Whoa, Whoa I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa) I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa) I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa) I wanna die with a worn out passport (Whoa) Whoa-oh