I bet you never thought you'd die this way
Butt naked, crawling on the bathroom floor
C'mon, baby, put your back into it, c'mon
A couple inches and you'll make it to the telephone
Look for a reason, you'll never get it
Some people laugh and some will forget you
On the news it says “That shit was really killing him"
And now you're another one for
Paradise
Only sweet heaven's holy vice
Like a junk bond trader selling the obscene
Like a dream
It already happened
Here come the sycophants and eulogies
Two pages, must've been a second act
C'mon, baby, put your heart into it, c'mon
A couple minutes and you'll make it to the happy hour
Just like a brother, half your life
Showed up late cause he was fucking your wife
And now what's wrong?
Isn't it funny? (I don't think it is)
Why aren't you laughing?
Don't you believe in life everlasting? (I don't believe it)
They'll make a movie (No they won't make shit)
Won't be a good one
Shit on your life and make it re-run
Oh my God
Oh my God
It's another one for
Paradise
Only sweet heaven's holy vice
Like a junk bond trader selling the obscene
Like a dream, it already happens
Everyday
Bottled “forever” sold away
Like a junk bond trader selling the obscene
Like a dream
It already happened
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