A Dead Song

Well, this is true

Oh, this is true

It's true

Mister forever said

Nothing said, I can sing

Hit it and make it a dead one

With words like, with words like

Blood and soldier, and mother

Okay, okay

I want to, I wanna sleep before the end

Which is most impolite

But hit it, make it a dead one

Well, if nothing crops up

I'll give you a ring

You can sing the end

Okay, okay

Then I could get

All the little animals out of my room

Hit it with a broom, with a broom

Okay, okay, okay, okay

Put them in a big white sack

No visitors came

And hit it with words like

Like hit it, like hit it, oh yeah

Yeah hit it, like, like

Thou, thou shalt not um like

Thou shalt not

Well, this is the end

This, this really is the living end

This really is the living end like really

This is the end and it's still living