Text: Stuart Davis. Practice Dying.

Get high on ether when there's no one in the house
pretend it's the big one at the moment you pass out
It's just rehearsal, but it's comforting somehow
to practice dying now

Hang out in funeral homes and make an honest bid
lay in your casket, let them close the lid
abra cadaver, roll your eyes back in your head
practice being dead

Refrain:
Don't feel stupid we're all scared
no one wants to burn in hell
There's still time to get prepared
start out now and finish well

Try painting tunnels on the ceiling in your room
imagine your birth backwards with a bigger, better womb

Take little trips out of your body now and then
and if the rapture comes maybe you'll ascend
You know the saying 'once you learn to ride a bike'
well, that's what dying's like

Refrain

Get high on ether when there's no one in the house
pretend it's the big one at the moment you pass out
it's just rehearsal cause that's all that life allows
but you practice dying
because you're almost dead
practice dying now