I'm dying tomorrow
This house, this street, Chicago
I'm dying tomorrow

Did I do it right
Did I remember to sleep in
Take lots of pills

Commit irreversible sins
Did I at least try to kiss the prettiest girl
At the right time

Did I remember to keep your beer as full as mine
Did I remember to say cheers
Did I at least try to make sure everybody had a good time

Had the best time
Did I remember to stay up late
Drinking for the fun

Singing for the taste
Did I run outside to kiss the rain
Under electrical skies

I'm dying tomorrow
This house, this street, Chicago
I'm dying tomorrow

Did I do it right