Okay Shut up 
The dead guy's got the floor 
I might just get emotional so bear with me 
Okay shut up we both know the rules 
This is a 50 yard death grip dash for fools 
And anyone else convinced 
Of the divinity of their pee pee

I forgot to scowl in the portrait 
That they hung in the lobby by the casket 
I forgot the fingering for the barre chords in drop D 
I forgot that tattoos don't come off until you're worm's meat 
Can't identify me 
Hey 

What the hell will it say upon my grave?
Here lies that son of a bitch not rich or famous 
Ignoramus
Hey 
No black graffiti says, 
"I live" "am God" or "Save" 
You can be sure there'll be no flowers or eternal flame 
R.I.P. you no name

No bitmapped reproduction 
Spawns my digital progeny 
No photographic record to extend me (avenge me!) 

I couldashouldawoulda been a star 
But the car at the stop light veered to the right 
Just slightly east not west 
So I guess that's what made me epileptically shake 
And miss (spit up at) the audition 

I forgot to wear a black t-shirt 
To the world so they told me I was different 
I took out my earrings for an x-ray of my skull 
The holes filled in so quickly 
Forming tiny little scabs get the hydrogen peroxide 

Chorus

So long...So long 
No one will miss me when I'm gone 
My gravesite will be blank and unmarked 
And underground alone in the dark 
I'll probably be a little pissed that 
The world just keeps on spinning like I never exsisted! 

Chorus

You can be sure there'll be no flowers 
or a name upon the stone 
All it'll say is "Here lies some dead guy who lived his life alone; 
always afraid to say what might be ugly or unpopular" 
Now he's left nothing her on earth 
But ashes and a subatomic speck or dirt