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.