The Day You Die

Your body is aching, your veins are pumping
The ripper wants you to die a thousand deaths
His own way of living was banging and biking

The day you die, we will meet

How does it feel when your soul is cursed
Don't mind your absence 'cause we know you'll return
You will
You will return
The day you die

I bet you're in for a nasty surprise
Leaving for hell, dying in heaven is worse
His own way of living was fucking and drinking, yeah

Candles and priests aren't what you need
As Jack cuts your throat you're up tot the glory road
His own way of living was traveling or hiding, yeah

Don't mind your absence 'cause we know you'll return
You will
You will return
The day you die