Places To Die (before You See The World) — Rob Moir

When cigarettes take my friends away
The ambulance will roll down the interstate
I'd rather go poor, face down in the streets
Then kept alive by the modern machines
I don't want to die in a prison cell
I don't want to die in a war-torn hell
I'll work all day, all night for free
If I don't have to die in the factory
Oh maybe down a well, down some stairs I fell
Discard my body into the sea
I've forgotten your name and my vocabulary
Excuse my language if you know what I mean
I don't want to die for a border line
I don't want to die for a barrel of wine
I'll smile and pay every service fee
If I don't have to die clenching luxury
I don't want to die in the hospital
I'll live my life for Jesus Christ
If I don't have to die in the hospital