Going Out With The Dead by Randy
Tonight I'm going out with the dead.
I got a little rendezvous on my deathbed.
Had a fatal embrace, a cardia-caress.
But I was blessed with the final request.
Here's my glass.
Fill her up.
Let's see a little class, will you fill me a full
cup.
Cause I'm going out with the dead.
And we keep our meters in the red.
Oh, no regrets.
Forgive and forget, come on out with the dead.
Mommy better keep her eyes peeled.
Keep her steady, both hands on the wheel.
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