Lyrics Dying With My Boots On - Foetus

Join the Church of the Immaculate Preconception
Free at last, great God almighty, free, free, free at last
Picking out some new gods, a new Adam and Eve
Pass me the crown of barbed wire,
Give me a donation and watch me bleed
I'm dying with my boots on

Can't see, hear, smell anymore, I'm close to the bone
Got about as much taste left as Liberace, Legionnaire's disease
Another nail in the coffin - and for my next trick I shall die
But I'll be laughing when it comes the time for the inquisition line

I'm dying with my boots on
Finish me with a hatchet
I'm dying with my boots on
Headed for my funeral... it's all Greek to me

Living is a horror... living is a horizontal fall
Spend all your life acting out chapters of your autobiography
Life ain't worth the paper that it's printed on
So I'm going to sit right down and write myself a death certificate
Another nail in the coffin, another kidney stone to hurl
End of the world of the spectacle or
The spectacle of the end of the world

Finish me with a hatchet

I'm dying with my boots on
I'm dying with my boots on
I'm dying
I'm dying
I'm dying