I drive straight through Red lights, my eyes closed And I find you Am I dead?
You're trying to kill me, I know You're trying to end me, I'm sure You're trying to make me your corpse You're trying to make me your ghost
But I'm dead either way I'm dead either way But I'm dead either way I'm dead either way
I am a bag of bones, dancing with my skeleton Holographic armored truck crashed into my mega-bus On the way to San Francisco To see a girl, it nearly killed him To my heart, and ride away Stopped the bridge, and washed away
You're trying to kill me, I know You're trying to end me, I'm sure You're trying to make me your corpse You're trying to make me your ghost
But I'm dead either way I'm dead either way But I'm dead either way (I'm)
