There once was a time when I had prospects
I was always anxious for what was in store.
But here in this hospital bed,
I'm smiling 'cause I'll soon be dead
and I won't be worrying about it anymore.

It's not like I wanted this to happen.
It's not like I was hoping for it all to end.
I've been cut down in my prime,
and I'm glad I'm nearly out of time,
because dying means I won't have to pretend.

And I won't be worrying about the rent, or my job, or the laundry
and I won't be bothered by the anthills on the front lawn
And I won't be worried 'bout another single thing from this point on.
Because this time tomorrow, I'll be gone.

I don't know why I feel the need to say this.
I gues it could be the drugs they put in my veins
But don't let that take away
from what it is I'm trying to say.
My mind is clear: No fear, no threat, no pain

And I won't be worrying about the rent, or my job, or the laundry
and I won't be bothered by the anthills on the front lawn.
And I won't be worried 'bout another single thing from this point on.
Because this time tomorrow, I'll be gone.

And I won't be worried about war or disease or recession
and I won't be bothered by the way the world has gone wrong.
And I won't be worried 'bout another single thing from this point on.
Because this time tomorrow, I'll be gone.