If I die tomorrow   Maybe in a speeding car   You know I like to travel   With my notebook and guitar   But there's too many cars out there   Not enough train tracks   I tried flapping my wings   But I just don't have the knack   Don't talk to me of accidents   In this great democracy   America will be the death of me      If I die tomorrow   My body blown apart   By some child with a shotgun   Raging fire in his heart   Killed in some concrete jungle warzone   By some kid who never learned to write   Raised by desperation   And surviving the long night   In the wrong place at the wrong time   In this land of opportunity   America will be the death of me      If I die tomorrow   From a pipe bomb beneath my seat   Or from drowning in the bathtub   Or choking on a piece of meat   You can rest assured   I did not mean to slip upon the grass   It was no one that I knew   Who rammed the plunger up my ass   It's just that I was told   To speak freely   America will be the death of me      But I may not die tomorrow   And my death will not give pause   To the coroner who may say   That I died of natural cause   Lungs black from breathing city air   Cancer coursing through my veins   I'll be glowing in the dark   From the radiation rains   So here's a toast to Uncle Sam   And to mortality   And to America, which will be the death of me