I am looking around, laid down in my coffin   See faces with tears in their eyes   But hey wasn't (that) her?   and I also see the guy who used to hate me so much?      And I don't need mourning laments   To be sincere you can kiss my ass   If you had to tell me something,   I can do nothing, now I'm dead and gone      I'm singing proud my final song   Dedicated to the ones still living   I'm singing loud my final song   For the ones who have ears to hear      Don't you think it's sardonic?   You're considered a great one,   but no one has shaken your hand   I don't wanna end up like Poe or Van Gogh   not knowing what they'd have become      So listen, I don't want your tears when I'm gone   please smile at me 'till I'm still fond   Call me a cynic, have passed all the limits,   but now I'm here...      ...singing proud my final song   Dedicated to the ones still living   I'm singing loud my final song   For the ones who have ears to hear      This is not my final song   more words and notes are in my pocket   This is not my final song   There are more stories to tell      Life often offers unreal circumstances   A theater of souls, a circus of dances   Everything does happen for a real reason   I surely don't know, I'm victim of treason      This funeral march starts to be boring   This coffin is narrow, the suit is too sober   Pass me my hat and my broken guitar   And sing me this final song bizarre