If tomorrow I should die
I'd wonder who would care to cry
Who would spit right on my grave
And who would start to celebrate
Who would bring me vibrant flowers
Or visit me for endless hours
Who would miss me the most
And who would see my friendly ghost
Would God give me a second chance
Or laugh at me his first time glance
Two months later who would remember
That My birthday was in September
That's just what I've always asked
I see it now
Life goes by fast
