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I look forward to my death
Excitement has me short of breath
Catholics have me mystified
When they're good, they're afraid to die

Laughing at the law, the brothers say you like to get high
Mother said "You're gone", tripping on the fourth of July

When Lazarus died Jesus went
To read up on his faith in death
Bridge of souls that beg the rest
To build this dream they must invest
I look forward to my death    Excitement has me short of breath    Catholics have me mystified    When they're good, they're afraid to die       Laughing at the law, the brothers say you like to get high    Mother said "You're gone", tripping on the fourth of July       When Lazarus died Jesus went    To read up on his faith in death    Bridge of souls that beg the rest    To build this dream they must invest