When my time comes
and the scythe sweep humms.
I´ll be exactly where god wants me.
Unless he sends me off haunting.
In which case I´ll opt to be born me again.
When my time comes you see...
And the guard to heaven ignores my pleas.
I´ll go back and take the bullet for ghandi
to get a waver, an exception, a reprieve.
Split second redemption
to make the afterlife easy!
Until then i´m taking
a hundred thousand blessings
and a split soul to save.
Before my time comes
to have to lie in my grave.
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