I can't think of nothing
I'd like to do a nursery rhyme

You crazy babe Bathsheba, I want ya
You're suffocating, you need a good shed
I'm tired of living, Sheby, so give me dead
Dead

We're aping raping taping 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