'How do you think youll die?'
I ask you point blank on a Tuesday night
In your sleep or hot wires?
The meds that sedate? The hit man for hire?
You smile then you take a pull from the beer I bought
Even though you drove and youre off to the States tomorrow
In the eye of the bird
On the wing of the plane
Well, I hope its good and right
I hope its good and right
Where do you think we go when we cant stay here?
But we cant go home and theres nothing but pins and needles
And how can I comprehend that our bones will bend and the cycle ends?
Then were off to some great nirvana
Well, I hope its good and right
I hope its good and right
I hope its good and right
I hope its good and right
Bones will bend and the cycle ends
Bones will bend and the cycle ends
Then were off to some great nirvana
Well, I hope its good and right
I hope its good and right
Well, I hope its good and right
I hope its good and right
I hope its good and right
I hope its good and right
Good And Right