Lyrics
Splat, Motherfucker
So here I am, on the eve of the end
At the lips of the reaper, my only friend
Her cold-as-fire fingers up and down my neck
As I near the site of my soon-to-be sidewalk wreck
A quick look back at the ledge from which I stepped
Confirms the reality that I had indeed leapt
And as the windows pass by, I think of my life
I think of my job, my car, my dog, my wife
Never had any kids, my baby was bare
Didn’t matter. We were too busy even care
I worked nine to five at a desk in a box
My soul was run on bosses and clocks
The Irony is killing me as I look up at my watch
I let go the bottle of half-finished scotch
I loosen my tie and unbutton my jacket
The wind rushing by creates quite a racket
I fall past a window cleaner and bid him adieu
I think of how I always wanted a gnarly tattoo
I always wanted to learn how to play guitar
And I always wanted better stories to go with my scars
I wanted to meet strange people and travel the world
I wanted a family, a boy and a girl
I should have volunteered, I should have smiled more
I should have let out my wings and learned to soar
But here I am, falling to my own pitiful demise
How typical. No one will even be surprised
There’s a man on the corner, down on the ground
I’m gonna’ land right next to him. I wonder how it’ll sound
Snap, crackle, pop… Surprise!
My body will break before his eyes, I’d apologise
But it’s probably too late
Looks like I’ve sealed my fate
Well, I’m at the last leg, the last feet of the fall
I’d say my goodbyes but I’m sure you’ve heard it all
And so the world cuts loose another tired old sucker
Splat, motherfucker