I don’t want you thinking too much
When I’m gone
Let them cut me open, spill my guts
When I’m gone
I don’t need a body for much
When I’m gone 
I don’t need your pity

Do you feel grown up
When you die?
Will you still be horny
When you die?
Do they test for phonies
When you die?
Can they tell you’re bitter
When you die?

I don’t want you thinking too much
When I’m gone
Let them cut me open, spill my guts
When I’m gone
I don’t need a body for much
When I’m gone 
I don’t need your pity

Everything I am was something else
Anyway
Don’t try to paint me as such a saint
Anyway 
Sinners are more worthy to think about
Anyway
Focus on your feelings 

Do you feel grown up
When you die?
Will you still be horny
When you die?
Do they test for phonies
When you die?
Can they tell you’re bitter
When you die?

I don’t want you thinking too much
When I’m gone
Let them cut me open, spill my guts
When I’m gone
I don’t need a body for much
When I’m gone 
I don’t need your pity

Everything I am was something else
Anyway
Don’t try to paint me as such a saint
Anyway 
Sinners are more worthy to think about
Anyway
Focus on your feelings 

Do you feel grown up
When you die?
Will you still be horny
When you die?
Do they test for phonies
When you die?
Can they tell you’re bitter
When you die?