(What do you think of nothing?)
(I'd like to do a nursery rhyme)
You crazy babe, Bathsheba, I wantcha
You're suffocating, you need a good shed
I'm tired of living, Shebe, 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, what do you 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!
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