told you motherfuckers i'm already dead. but mammys little baby loves shortening bread. thrilling and killing just as fast as i can. you can't catch me i'm the ginger-dead man.
i don't care what your saying, on your knees a praying, yeah, yeah.
and i'm too dead to die anyway.
son of a bitch load up the hearse. i'm making words rhyme in the second verse. a-b-c-d-u-m-b. keeping rock n roll dumb like it should be
i don't care what your saying, on your knees a praying, yeah, yeah.
and i'm too dead to die anyway.
hey motherfuckers did you hear the news? i killed all the chickens in the god damn coop. roses are red and violets are blue. chicken is greasy like me and you.
i don't care what your saying, on your knees a praying, yeah, yeah.