Jimmy Mushrooms' Last Drink: Bedtime in Wayne, NJ

Salt on the glass, coke on the knife
Is there anything left to escape but life?
I didn’t sign. I didn’t sign up for this
May today lose what yesterday won
Hope that tomorrow I’ll get something done
I’m gonna run. I’m gonna run out of time
But, I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die
I’m more afraid of what might happen first
Either way it’s not like we’ll get out alive
I can’t say that I know which one is worse
Everything’s useless, especially songs
I think the truth is that everyone’s wrong
Still sing along. Still sing a long, long time
I might keep looking for nothing to find
They say «Keep trucking, it’s all in your mind!»
«Jimmy, you’re fine,» End of the line gaining speed
Wrapping trees
But, I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die
I’m more afraid of what might happen first
Either way it’s not like we’ll get out alive
I can’t say that I know which one is worse