If I Don't Make it Out of this Hunger Strike (They'll just have to bury me skinny)

It’s 17 days and counting

Days left, there many not be many

If I don’t make it out of this hunger strike

They’ll just have to bury me skinny

They’ll just have to bury me skinny

It’s been 20 days since the pleasure

Of smoking my last honey bun

My pancreas is eyeing my liver

My kidneys are after my lungs

Soon, it’ll be all-out warfare

They’re looking for food to survive

Since I put the kibosh on all eating

They’d just as soon eat me alive

They’d just as soon eat me alive

It’s 25 days and counting

Days left, there may not be many

If I don’t make out of this hunger strike

They’ll just have to bury me skinny

They’ll just have to bury me skinny

It’s like a countdown to doomsday

With very little left on my bones

I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m finished

Before I’ve written all the words to this song

It’s 30 days and counting

Days left, there may not be many

If I don’t make it out of this hunger strike

They’ll just have to bury me skinny

They’ll just have to bury me skinny

My boys, I hear them, they’re at it again

“We want fat! We want fat!

If I lay down and sleep, they might end me for keeps

But then, what would they do after that?

Tell me, what would they do after that?

It’s 35 days and counting

Days left, there may not be many

If I don’t make it out of this hunger strike

They’ll just have to bury me skinny

They’ll just have to bury me skinny

You poor, brave souls at the end of your rope

Thinking bread will save you from dying

If only you knew, It’s not lack of food

We die with people stop trying

And it’s 40 days and counting

Days left, there many not be many

If I don’t make it out of this hunger strike

They’ll just have to bury me skinny

They’ll just have to bury me skinny...