Dead

What d'you think of nothing? I'd like to do a nursery rhyme You crazy babe, Bathsheba, I want cha' 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 Dead, dead Dead