Life is not a journey to the grave With the intention of arriving safely
In a pretty and well preserved body,
But rather,
To skid in broadside, thoroughly used up,
Totally worn out, leaking oil, on fire,
And reeking of gunpowder, women and whiskey,
Loudly proclaiming,
Wow, what a ride...
Poster Comment:
"Pile of brass" is cool as is "Sing your death song" too.