Testimonial Deadline

Writing my testament
Now that I’ve stopped making sense

I have to know they will not ramble about
Any shit concerning the bible
Or my arrival to heaven
Play the tunes I told you

I might as well make sure they won’t
Turn me into someone they only thought they knew
‘Cause I could never blame it on anyone else

I’ve planned a film, so you’ve got to buy a projector
On “The Last Waltz” there is one part
I want my sorrowers to see
Play track six on side five

I might as well tell you how I’d like it to
Be the last time all of you think and truly
Care about what we had when I was alive