Things to do before I die: listen to the music and don’t forget to smile,
and when you need to cry,
and when you just want to die,
when your soul is loosing spark and all you hear are nails scratching on the walls,
howl into the darkness, punch them in the face… break the silence, have a taste,
in a million pieces scrambled all apart… break the silence and protest;
and the morning after when they’re at your door, with a hand of steel and the eyes to kill,
run baby run,
and do take the gun,
hop on the saddle and just keep going, motors growling, tyers stretching,
burn the road, break the silence, have a taste of how it feels,
the fresh air, the morning rain and the sunshine that’s about to show,
run, run baby run and grow a heart to call your own….
And just before I’m about to die,
fearless and trustworthy I’ll put my arms into fire and my feel into dust,
with no regret and no illusion,
I’ll pass on my last thought: that I couldn’t have it better,
that life is worth living as mouths worth feeding
that heart is worth having as love worth finding,
and no regrets,
baby no regrets and always keep running…