I'm incontinent I soil the sheets my heartbeat is growing weak
I even find it hard to speak as my urine from me leaks
I strap on my colostomy bag I'm feeling like an old rag
I stagger slowly slow and meek death for me would be a release
My mind is like a leaking sieve my memories I can't relive
I walk a hundred yards in pain I stagger disconsolate and lame
So my death I cannot wait it's an event I'll celebrate
My funeral it seems to me is an event to set me free
My funeral it seems to me is an event to set me free
