A
dead song
A dead song
This
is True
Mister nothing said forever said
I can sing
Hit it! Make it a dead one
with words like
blood, soldier mother
O.K. O.k.
I want to sleep before the end
which is impolite
Hit It! Make it a dead one
If nothing crops up
I’ll give you a ring
you can sing the end
o.k o.k.
then I could get
all the little animals out of my room
Hit it! With a broom
O.k O.k
Put them in a big white sack
no visitors came
hit it! With words like.....
Thou shalt not
The end
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