Jack Pollack Is Dead

I'm gonna die
On the 4th of july
Tires to the sky
I'm gonna die

In my life
An entourage in white
My back's expecting the knife
In my life

In my home
The lawyer's on the phone
An empty case of merlot
In my home

I'm gonna die
On the 4th of july
Tires to the sky
I'm gonna die

In my bed
My body's brokenly led
My daylight spent in the shed
In my bed

Don't dump the whisky
It won't save me
Don't hide my car keys
It won't save me
Don't stop the presses
It won't save me
Don't say you're leaving, please

I'm gonna die
On the 4th of july
With you by my side
I'm gonna die

Don't dump the whisky
It won't save me
Don't hide my car keys
It won't save me
Don't stop the presses
It won't save me
Don't say you're leaving, please

Don't say you're leaving, please
Don't say you're leaving, please
Don't say you're leaving, please
Don't say you're leaving
Please

The last time I breathe
Will be between cotton sheets
You'll hear me in my sleep
Say goodnight