When you’re dying in Austin, Texas
It feels like the world needs a shower
Everything hot and sticky and stinking

When you’re dying in Austin, Texas
You can look out your dirty window and see a taco shop
You’ve been there before. Back when you weren’t dying
You liked it
You probably won’t ever go back

When you’re dying in Austin, Texas
All your clothes get dirty
The city gets bigger when you’re dying
The distance between you and a washing machine
Is greater by the day
You have to die in dirty clothes

When you’re dying in Austin, Texas
You can drink a beer
It can be Lone Star
People will find you with the cans and you will smell like Texas

When you’re dying in Austin, Texas
Your apartment fills up with garbage
Every surface is claimed by cans and bags and crusts and bottles
Your apartment can be like a pharaoh's tomb
People will unseal it and look inside and see all your toys and games and trash
And feel like they understood what was important enough to bring with you when you left

When you’re dying in Austin, Texas
You start to think about the other people that die here
You wonder how many people got to die where they wanted
You wonder if you want to die here

When you die in Austin, Texas
You die in real life