The Reproduction Of Death

Won't you forget about me when

I'm gone The reproduction of death drags us all along

Close your eyes and pretend that nothing's wrong

Won't you forget about me when

I'm gone Stomp your feet, nod your head and we all move on

Close your eyes and pretend

Hey won't you sell me like cheap bubble-gum

I'm going out of my head

Won't you forget about me when

I'm gone The reproduction of death forces us all in line

An installment plan on a slow suicide

Won't you forget about me

Hey won't you sell me like cheap bubble-gum

I'm going out of my head

Won't you forget about me when

I'm gone Lost all hope and dreams in this killing zone

Won't you forget about me when

I'm gone Lets pretend that we all get along