A little rough around the edges for a living chops wood

A little misheard a little misunderstood

So how do you tell the bad from the good

Is it what you learn along the way or do what others would

Where we go from here, I’m not quite sure

But be damned if I’m stuck scrubbing the kitchen floor

Just to fall on my own plastic sword

All I know is I’ve got to give it what for

When I die

I’m gunna shoot my ashes into the sky

Cheer as you watch them fly

Across the valley into that golden light

So please don’t cry

Because I

I lived a good life

So if you rock up to the church on the very last day

And expect to get straight through the pearly gates

Maybe it’s all just a little, a little too late

Better stick to your guns and choose your own fate

When I die

I’m gunna shoot my ashes into the sky

Cheer as you watch them fly

Across the valley into that golden light

So please don’t cry

Because I

I lived a good life