Max_Demian
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When I die put that bottle in my hand
All these years on earth, and was my only friend
When you dig a hole and gonna bury me
Put that bottle of Jim Beam to rest beside me
All my life I've been living on the run
Hanging out in bars and hotel rooms annoying everyone
Living on the road running from coast to coast
Spending many nights in jail, like a gunman at his post
When I die, you don't have to cry
You don't have to feel no feelings inside
Never cared or had no feelings for no one
The only one I cared for was the one who made me cum
Live my life like a loner on the trail
Some of the nights in jail, I couldn't afford no bail
No one to call, no one to see me through
So I bought a gun one day and I came running after you
Living on the road, playing scumfuc rock 'n' roll
I'm on the road and I haven't got no home
Never lived nowhere long enough to call home
I'm just an outlaw scumfuc, playing my rock 'n' roll
Never had nothing that could keep me satisfied
'Cept my booze and my drugs and that woman by my side
She was no woman, but she's good enough for me
She's got that cunt between her legs and that's all I need
So when I die put that bottle by my side
Bury me with ol' Jim Beam and I'll be on my hell ride
When I die, when I die
Down to Hell is my final destination
When I die put that bottle by my side
It's the only friend I had in life and it kept me satisfied
Living on the run you'll never take me out alive
I bought a gun, I'm leaving now
Bye-bye, bye-bye
All these years on earth, and was my only friend
When you dig a hole and gonna bury me
Put that bottle of Jim Beam to rest beside me
All my life I've been living on the run
Hanging out in bars and hotel rooms annoying everyone
Living on the road running from coast to coast
Spending many nights in jail, like a gunman at his post
When I die, you don't have to cry
You don't have to feel no feelings inside
Never cared or had no feelings for no one
The only one I cared for was the one who made me cum
Live my life like a loner on the trail
Some of the nights in jail, I couldn't afford no bail
No one to call, no one to see me through
So I bought a gun one day and I came running after you
Living on the road, playing scumfuc rock 'n' roll
I'm on the road and I haven't got no home
Never lived nowhere long enough to call home
I'm just an outlaw scumfuc, playing my rock 'n' roll
Never had nothing that could keep me satisfied
'Cept my booze and my drugs and that woman by my side
She was no woman, but she's good enough for me
She's got that cunt between her legs and that's all I need
So when I die put that bottle by my side
Bury me with ol' Jim Beam and I'll be on my hell ride
When I die, when I die
Down to Hell is my final destination
When I die put that bottle by my side
It's the only friend I had in life and it kept me satisfied
Living on the run you'll never take me out alive
I bought a gun, I'm leaving now
Bye-bye, bye-bye
Sí, todos vamos a morir algún día. Es algo que todo el mundo sabe, pero al mismo tiempo no se comprende qué significa todo eso de morirse. Yo creo que lo comprendo, al menos a veces, pero en cambio cada día me comporto como si eso de la muerte no fuera importante, o no tan importante como las cosas que llenan mi día a día. Debe ser algún mecanismo de protección que tenemos, algo que nos ayuda a perseverar en el ser. El instinto de autoconservación, o lo que sea.
Muchas veces se habla del tema de la muerte, pero realmente creo que no comprendemos. GG Allin igual sí lo comprendía y por eso se cagaba en el escenario y se comía la mierda.
La pregunta es... qué quieres que se haga con tu cuerpo cuando mueras? Yo prefiero que me quemen y que la familia guarde mis cenizas en casa o donde quieran, pero nada de esparcirme, eso es de geins. Hace poco leía en un sitio que no recuerdo que muchos argentinos dejaban entre sus últimas voluntades el deseo de que esparcieran sus cenizas en el césped del estadio de Boca Juniors. Los del estadio, que se las saben todas, controlan las visitas guiadas, y cuando detectan ceniza en el campo la aspiran con una máquina y la tiran a la basura. Qué cabrones.
En el caso de querer ser inhumado, qué desearíais que os pusieran de mortaja? Ser inhumado es relativamente incómodo para la familia, puesto que a no ser que compres el terreno del cementerio, las tumbas tienen plazo de uso, por ejemplo, lo normal es que los nichos se alquilen por 10 años. Una vez que se acaba ese plazo o bien se renueva el alquiler o el cadáver va a una fosa común.
En fin, decid cuales serían vuestras últimas voluntades.