This is the last chance you got, open wide. We both know we’re both going to die, but there’s a difference with you and I. You want peace but refuse the fight. So shake hands with change tonight. Bathe in armor, for death feeds. O Death, don’t bother me tonight. Be grace, o my God, and stand still. Be grace, o my God, and send more minutes, for churches have nuns, cowboys got guns and everyone’s waiting to die.