If I see the morning hours,
I'll have one more yesterday.
Take life from tomorrow,
Cause I've burned out my today.
If I get up to the top I know,
I'll just go back downhill.
Gotta' terminal future,
And it's time to write my will.

Down another glass of courage,
And a shot of thorazine.

We're not ready to see you yet,
99 ways to die.
We're not ready to see you yet.

Gotta short between the earphones,
Wringing my hands in dismay.
A more efficient maniac,
With two feet in the grave.
Ain't got no last words to say,
Yellow streak right up my spine.
The gun in my mouth looked real,
And the taste that blew my mind.
In a black tie and straight jacket,
Man I'm gonna try again.

Perhaps a demitasse of arsenic,
Try on this tie,
Nevermind the tree.

There is only death and danger,
In the socket of my eye.
A playground of illusion,
No one plays they only die.

There's a prison in my mind,
And the bars are gonna break.
I'm as mad as a hatter,
And strung out just the same.

Taunting rigor mortis,
I feel it draw me in.

We're not ready~
99~