I spotted the glow over the mountain, tonight
My turn to turn in just when the weather's getting nice
I predict: I die in a plane crash *explosion sound*
I see it now, I die in a car on tour

And there's no one to stop this
Nobody to loosen death's firm grip on me

Doo doo, doo doo, I die
It's true
Doo doo, doo doo, I die
And so do you

My prophecy is almost complete
My finger's on the pulse
But where's the beat? (Where's the beat?)

We don't want to die in the ocean
(Drifting out to sea)
We don't want to die in our sleep
(Sleeping bags)

[DEATH]
Buckle up boys, we're going for a little ride...

Death! I just want one more breath!
Can you grant me one more please?