I want to leave a red hot burning brand on the world,
I want to sit in Heaven watching the earth be twirled,
I want to make a giant tattoo on the ass of history,
I want to make front page news, the leading story.
I'll have a big old hat, twice the size of my head,
I'll make more money than I could ever spend,
I'll eat only the finest foods they've got around,
and I'll never let my own feet grace the ground.
I'm going to live like royalty or a star at least,
They'll make me an idol and call me a priest,
Fanatics will adore me, and see me and go wild,
And smoke cocaine like an old flower child.
And when I die, I'll go out with a bang,
one last hurrah before the fat lady sang,
while I'm old and wrinkly, an annoying old coot,
I'll fly an airplane and while in my very best suit,
I'll fall to my death, rushing through the air,
while the whipping breeze will screw up my hair,
As the Earth'll come closer, I'll dream of more fame,
and when I hit the ground, I'll burst into red flame,
The fanatics will cry, and of course the reporters will write,
and my face will be everywhere to my post-mortem delight,
Ill leave my brand on the scorched blackened ground,
and tattoo my face to every mind that I'll have found,
This way...when I'm gone, I'll still be around.
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Thoughts?
