The mystic sun awakes my heart
I turn over a new leaf
Just now I end my part
And now I'm the released
I waste my tin, bra**, money
I sell my golden seeds
I pledge my sweet, sweet honey
Cause now I'm the released
I drive my own hearse
I falsify my burial permit
I sing my own dirge
And open my nailed coffin-lid
I leave my piece of earth
I leave my only one
I start my second birth
And now I'm gone
And I read my obituary