Good And Right

How do you think you'll die? I ask you point blank on a Tuesday night. In your sleep or hot wires, the meds that Sedate the hitman for hire. You smile and then you take a pull from The beer I bought even though you drove and You're off to the States tomorrow. In the eye of a bird, On the wing of a plane. Well, I hope it's good And right. I hope it's good and Right. Where do you think we go when we can't Stay here, but we can't go home and there's Nothing but pins and needles? And how can I comprehend that our bones will Bend and the cycle ends and we're off to Some great nirvana. Well, I hope it's good and Right. I hope it's good and Right. I hope it's good and Right. I hope it's good and right. Time To bend and the Cycle ends. Time to bend And the cycle ends and we're off to some Great nirvana. Well, I hope it's good and Right. I hope it's good And right. Well, I hope it's good and Right. I hope it's good and Right. I hope it's good and Right. I hope it's good and Right