Efils good and the time is right
Ill bundle up and slip away
The count is down and the drip is up
Its time to split this hunk of clay

Now you can bring my suitcase
But you cant bring me
And you can have all the money
cause you say that you must
But if you think that it matters
Take a look at me
And dont close your eyes as I turn into dust

Efils good
Dont tell me that I cant do this
As if you knew
But you dont know
How efils good