I'll body slam my chest and break my ribs like a baker's dozen of eggs

Each rib's a Humpty Dumpty never to be put back together again and

Open up my lips and shove delicious air down my throat

But my dirty lungs have got a bad sidewall leak and

When I start to move

Know it's not me

It's just a final desperate twitch and

When I don't come to

I'll punch the air and curse your god but please know it's not your fault

You did your best

You did your best

You did your best