Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave: Death Inc.

Good evening You're listening to Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave Tonight's chilling episode Death Incorporated Can you hear the bell toll, little scarecrow? Radio, you're burning like a star in a black hole Did you get the memo? Pretty typo Romeo Cutting you up like a Van Gogh You're not fucking with us, we're not fucking with you So you can fuck yourself and your puppet suit You're the wizard of flaws, we've got nothing to lose So you can fuck yourself and your little dog too (Yeah, you can fuck yourself, we've got nothing to prove) We are the weirdos in your stereo Disco freak show, Death Incorporated We are the weirdos in the microphone Supernatural, Death Incorporated From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah, Death Incorporated From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah, Death Incorporated Do you feel like a psycho? Dirty needle rodeo Painting your disease, like a digital Picasso Feeling so bad, that nobody's gonna need you Spinning in your grave, but nobody's gonna hear you We are the weirdos in your stereo Disco freak show, Death Incorporated We are the weirdos in the microphone Supernatural, Death Incorporated Hush little baby, go for a ride We'll take a little trip to the afterlife Hush little baby, bump in the night Demon in the daylight, shadow in the limelight From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah, drop the bomb We are the weirdos in your stereo Disco freak show, Death Incorporated We are the weirdos in the microphone Supernatural, Death Incorporated From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah, Death Incorporated From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah, Death Incorporated, let's go! Until next time For more haunting tales of terror and mystery This is Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave Who's the boss now? Who?