I have killed you once before, and I will kill you once again.
Because, I swear that life is worth dying for, my friend.

Just promise you'll breath slower than me.

Jazz and liquor come, and then they quickly go.
Cocaine is a drug that sings a catchy song.
I know I have my ghosts, but I leave them alone.

Just promise you'll breath slower than me.

Harvest time is right around the bend.
The farmer stands up straight.
All the plants rejoice and as we sing along,
I am confident that "Grace" is all of my names.

Tomorrow has come and gone, and I am all alone.
Thanks mankind for guns and God for grace.

The plants rejoice and as they sing along,
they hope to hear his voice, they hope to hear his song.
They understand that everything must die.
You know my name.