abra KADAVER

I’m dying tomorrow, in this house, on this street, Chicago.
I’m dying tomorrow, did I do it right?

Did I remember to sleep in, take lots of pills, commit irreversible sins?

Did I, did I at least try to kiss the prettiest girl at the right time?

Did I remember to keep your beer as full as mine? Did I remember to say cheers?
Did I at least try to make sure everybody had a good time? Had the best time…

Did I remember to stay up late, drinking for the fun, singing for the taste?

Did I run outside to kiss the rain under electrical skies?

Did I remember to keep your beer as full as mine? Did I, did I remember to say cheers?
Did I, did I at least try to make sure everybody had a good time? Had the best time…

I’m dying tomorrow, in this house, on this street, Chicago.

I’m dying tomorrow.
Did I do it right?