22 April 2008

I'll Fly Away

Someday, I will slip the surly bonds of this earth. Shuffle off this mortal coil.

I'm telling you all now. You're playing this song at my funeral. And when Eddie says, "fuckers" you'll all smirk and think, "this actually is the perfect funeral song." And my parents will be mortified. Except they already can't hear it thunder.


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