Seems like a good day
Is coming my way
My dice landed
With the one-eye down
The sun is up
The meter shows red
Coffee hit my nostrils
As I land my feet
A nice day
A nice day
Thinking, what a nice day to die
Thinking, what a nice day to die
Thinking, what a nice day to die
Morning paper in the breeze
Headline says a girl deceased
For a second I am gone
Seeing clouds erase the sun
Thinking, what a nice day to die
Thinking, what a nice day to die
Thinking, what a nice day to die
Thinking, what a nice day to die