Pro-Pain and Inga Pulver - A Good Day to Die

War and death
The stench of fear hit's the air
Pinch yourself
To check if you're still alive

Oh, how prophetic, the end of days
So, wrap in plastic your MREs
And grow a Garden of Eden, sow
Your oats and fly, the end is nigh

We're fuckin' drunk and we're way too high
To convince ourselves that the end is nigh
Now I'm wasting your time
And you're wasting mine
But we sure picked a damn good day to die!

A good day to die!

Pain and loss hit's you hard like a stone
Time runs out you feel as if you're alone

So, pick a poison and make a wish
And do enjoy your every sip
The night is young, and so am I
And rumor has it, the end is nigh!

We're fuckin' drunk and we're way too high
To convince ourselves that the end is nigh
Now I'm wasting your time
And you're wasting mine
But we sure picked a damn good day to die!

War and death
The stench of fear hit's the air
Pinch yourself
To check if you're still alive

Oh, how prophetic, the end of days
So, wrap in plastic your MREs
And grow a Garden of Eden, sow
Your oats and fly, the end is nigh

We're fuckin' drunk and we're way too high
To convince ourselves that the end is nigh
Now I'm wasting your time
And you're wasting mine
But we sure picked a damn good day to die!

A damn, a damn good day to die!
A damn, a damn good day to die!
A damn, a damn good day to die!
We damn sure picked a good day to die!

Written by:
PETER ALF TAEGTGREN

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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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