Dead

(What do you think of nothing?
I'd like to do a nursery rhyme)
You crazy babe, Bathsheba, i wancha
You're suffocating, you need a good shed
I'm tired of living, Sheba, so gimme...
Dead!
Dead!
We're apin', rapin', tapin', catharsis
You get torn down and I get erected
My blood is working but my, my heart is...
Dead!
Dead!
Dead!
Hey!
Whaddyah know?
Your lovely...
Tan belly...
Is starting to grow!
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Dead!
Dead!