In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed.
Meet me, Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air
If my wings should fail me, Lord. Please meet me with another pair
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus, gonna make up.. somebody, somebody
Jesus gonna make up... Jesus gonna make you my dyin' bed
Oh, Saint Peter, i command to live... Won't you let me in
I never did no harm. I never did no wrong
Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn. Let me blow your horn
Oh, I never did, did no harm.
I've only been this young once. I never thought I'd do anybody no wrong
No, not once.
Oh, I did somebody some good. Somebody some good
Oh, did somebody some good. I must have did somebody some good
Oh, I believe I did
I see the smiling faces
I know I must have left some traces
And I see them in the streets
And I see them in the field
And I hear them shouting under my feet
And I know it's got to be real
Oh, Lord, deliver me
All the wrong I've done
You can deliver me, Lord
I only wanted to have some fun.
Hear the angels marchin', hear the' marchin', hear them marchin',
hear them marchin', the' marchin'
Oh my Jesus
Oh, don't you make it my dyin', dyin', dyin'
Don't know why, I was pretty upset about this army thing, which is weird cause I know I'm stronger than whatever they can dish out. It's nothing revelational, to find out that army isn't for me. I guess what really hit me was the thought that army life is killing the part of me that I like. Whether its chronic lateness, twelve hours sleep ins or being able to have a cigarette without thinking, 'This is going to fuck up my stamina for tomrows AGR', or 'I don't want to have a drink cause its just going to make my life harder in the army'. Fuck this shit. So what if it makes people think you a better person if I don't like who I'm becoming.
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed.
Meet me, Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air
If my wings should fail me, Lord. Please meet me with another pair
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus, gonna make up.. somebody, somebody
Jesus gonna make up... Jesus gonna make you my dyin' bed
Oh, Saint Peter, i command to live... Won't you let me in
I never did no harm. I never did no wrong
Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn. Let me blow your horn
Oh, I never did, did no harm.
I've only been this young once. I never thought I'd do anybody no wrong
No, not once.
Oh, I did somebody some good. Somebody some good
Oh, did somebody some good. I must have did somebody some good
Oh, I believe I did
I see the smiling faces
I know I must have left some traces
And I see them in the streets
And I see them in the field
And I hear them shouting under my feet
And I know it's got to be real
Oh, Lord, deliver me
All the wrong I've done
You can deliver me, Lord
I only wanted to have some fun.
Hear the angels marchin', hear the' marchin', hear them marchin',
hear them marchin', the' marchin'
Oh my Jesus
Oh, don't you make it my dyin', dyin', dyin'
Don't know why, I was pretty upset about this army thing, which is weird cause I know I'm stronger than whatever they can dish out. It's nothing revelational, to find out that army isn't for me. I guess what really hit me was the thought that army life is killing the part of me that I like. Whether its chronic lateness, twelve hours sleep ins or being able to have a cigarette without thinking, 'This is going to fuck up my stamina for tomrows AGR', or 'I don't want to have a drink cause its just going to make my life harder in the army'. Fuck this shit. So what if it makes people think you a better person if I don't like who I'm becoming.
comically indifferent @ 4:53 PM