I woke up thirsty on an island in the sea I woke up hungry with hungry cougars surrounding me I hit the soft spot on the soft spot on my head It made me tired so I sung from my bed I'm ready to die X4 A sword, a switchblade, any way you cut it I'm not afraid, I know I'm going to get it Oh maker! (of such fine products As palm trees, and the dead sea) Don't pardon me, there's nothing rude Things conclude, things conclude! As I slurred that chorus, the ghosts got biggie Small sounds like a drill The death sweat suits me A death threat provides a thrill I've seen the world, kissed all the pretty girls I've said my goodbyes and now I'm ready to die.