Feelin yella in philafriggindelphia

Id like to drink myself dead
but that's typically quite a difference
from a bullet straight to the head
but uncle sam, unfortunately he doesn't want me
less my trigger finger itchy for some nazi zombies

if i leave a legacy of suicide behind
in a place where no one would find
did i have a legacy at all
did the tree in the forest fall
the one that no one was there to hear
cheers, i raise this glass to another beer
the tenth of the night, the 1000th of the year

my liver is quite the damn trooper
functions whilst the mind remains in stupor
its a work of art, something of a masterpiece
like a doctor desperately preventing the willing from peaceful release

I'm sorry if I'm bitter
sour; or at least quite the tart i seem to be
i stopped caring some time.ago
when phones claimed they were as smart as me