B. B. King - What A Way To Go lyrics

The lavishness of life is my

Decision

The souls of all souls lie

Securely in my hand

A life is my servant and

Nobody touches them but me

I burn myself in the coldness

Of the wind

He hates and tortures me,

Betrays himself

But i am silent and mock him

In spite of pursuit

I hurl leprosy, pest and smallpox

At him

These are my last words

These are my last thoughts

My last way

These are my last words

These are my last thoughts

My last way

These are my last words

These are my last thoughts

My last way

These are my last words

These are my last thoughts

My last way

I behold the names of his holiness

Because i grind them between my jaws

And cut them out my body

The power of the pentagram

Does not frighten me

I am the master of the triangle

Be careful and warned because

I will not outwit him

I will spew words and

You will need them

As the call of his holiness

But they will be nothing more

Than one of my farces

These are my last words

These are my last thoughts

My last way

These are my last words

These are my last thoughts

My last way

These are my last words

These are my last thoughts

My last way

These are my last words

These are my last thoughts

My last way

I am the master of all forms

All forms arise form me

I am the form of all forms

These are my last words

These are my last thoughts

My last way

These are my last words

These are my last thoughts

My last way

These are my last words

These are my last thoughts

My last way

These are my last words

These are my last thoughts

My last way