i was late for my life, i'm gonna be late for deathnnyou'll wait at my wake at the time of my untimely . . .nnthat's how i'm gonna do itnnnnsure i'm a nobody now, will i be a somebody then?nnwill they say nice things, or just divvy my shit and split?nnhow they gonna do it?nnwhen i'm dead, how they gonna do it?nnnnoh how they gonna do it!nnnn& i'm irresponsible as humanly possible, oh yesnni'll give'em my debts before they lay me to restnnthat's how i wanna do itnnnn& there's some things you could love about me,nnthings you could hatennit all gets weighed at the end of my daysnnwhat will they be saying?nnwhen i'm decaying, what will they be saying?nnoh what will they say!nnnnleave my unkempt cords by the backstage doornnlet 'em wonder where i've been,nni'm gonna do itnnnn& will they cry or at least give it a try?nnwill they mourn, or will it have passed by morning?nnhow they gonna do it?nnwhen i'm dead, how they gonna do it?nnnnoh how they gonna do it!