In Rolling Stone, the magazine
There was an ad that intrigued me
In eighty-four or eighty-five
Find out the day that you will die

I sent away, so curious
To know my fate, mysterious
The answer was so serious
It left me most delirious

Send in your name and date of birth
We'll tell you when you meet your fate
I told them Feb of '58
They wrote me back, Hey that sounds great

They said they'd have to look it up
Said it takes time, don't hurry us
Now listen closely, this is true
They said I died in '62

I said "what that can not be true"
They replied "yes, it is you"
We don't know how you're still alive
If you're still here, you'll never die

Give us the name, one of your friends
We'll tell you when their life will end
I sent the name in of my lover
Whom was married and a mother

They wrote me back the exact date
Of my lover's awful fate
Don't be scared but, it came true
I died inside when my love flew

Ev'ry word of this is true
There is not much that I can do
Just waiting for a life that's new
Existing here since '62

I did not fib, I will not lie
Some killers have already tried
To end my merely self existence
Yes, I'm dead, please keep your distance