Everybody's Different, Everybody Dies

She had a pawn shop
A gun in her mouth
The cancer had cursed her
And her mind wanted out
Her soldier slid backwards
[?] this nothing's wrong
The bullet she swallowed
Was singing this song

Some will die slowly
Some will die cold
Some will die happy
And married to know
If I die awake, well
I guess it could start
But I'll try to die drinking
Of you my sweetheart

His wife dead 30 years he
Was just doing time
He chased down the daylight
With a bottle of wine and he
Died without knowing
His old children's names
His lips they were moving
His sound was the same

Some will die healthy
Some sick to their skin
Some will die softly
And do we die together
Or if we die apart
I'll try to die thinking
Of you my sweetheart

There were two teenage songbirds
Flying round in your glove
The melodies mingled
For a week and a month
Tune grew inside
Both softly and hard
We're searching for movement
Before the music could start

Some will die slowly, yeah
Some will die straight
And some will die walkin'
To work with the shakes
And if I die impatient
Or if you [?] heart
Then I'll try to die thinkin'
Of you my sweetheart
I'll try to die thinkin'
Of you my sweetheart