These doctors talking about surviving
One year, two years, like it's the only thing that matters
But what good is it to just survive if I'm too sick to
Work, to enjoy a meal, to make love
For what time I have left, I want to live in my own house
I want to sleep in my own bed
I don't want to choke down thirty or forty pills every single day
And lose my hair and lie around, too tired to get up
And so nauseated that I can't even move my head
You cleaning up after me
Some dead man, some artificially alive, just marking time, no
So that is my thought process
And that's how you'd remember me
I choose not to do it
What are you doing?
This is the first day of the rest of your life
But what kind of life will it be, huh?
Will it be a life of of fear?
Of 'Oh, no, no, no, I can't do this'?
Of never once believing in yourself?
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
(Will it be a life of fear, of 'oh no, no, no')
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
- What did you say?
- Are you saying that they're stupid
- No, I'm just, I'm just saying
- So you're not saying that they're stupid
So I don't understand
Are you saying that I'm stupid?
Come on, Tuco
- I'm, I'm just, I'm just saying
- No, you're just speaking for me
Like I ain't got the damn sense to speak for myself
I'm stupid? [2x]
Are you fucking nuts?
Fucking [3x]
Nuts
Fucking [6x]
Fucking nuts
Are you fucking nuts?
Today is the first day of the rest of your life