R.I.P

(Party like we're already)
 (Pa-pa-party like we're already dead)
 They said
 I need a five-year plan
 I guess
 I might as well just kick the can
 They said
 I need a nine to five
 That's death
 By social suicide
 The more that I'm drinking
 The more that I'm thinking
 Tomorrow might not come at all
 So we're gonna party like we're already dead
 We'll be giving them hell, not ready for heaven yet
 And we're not going to sleep
 'Til we're resting in peace
 So we're gonna party like we're already dead
 R.I.P.
 (Party like we're alread', alread')
 (Party like we're alread')
 R.I.P.
 (Party like we're already)
 (Pa-pa-party like we're already dead)
 Where do you run when there's nowhere to escape and ya'
 Stuck in a nightmare and better off awake, I been
 Up for days, now my legs starting to shake, there's a
 Stairway to heaven but at least I'll be in shape, I'ma
 Grab an eighth and a fifth of some bourbon
 And watch churches slowly turn to a circus
 The curtains pulled and now everyone's purging
 And letting go of all of their burdens, now
 The more that I'm drinking
 The more that I'm thinking
 Tomorrow might not come at all
 So we're gonna party like we're already dead
 We'll be giving them hell, not ready for heaven yet
 And we're not going to sleep
 'Til we're resting in peace
 So we're gonna party like we're already dead
 R.I.P.
 (Party like we're alread', alread')
 (Party like we're alread')
 R.I.P.
 (Party like we're already)
 (Pa-pa-party like we're already)
 R.I.P.