I can't think of nothing?

I'd like to do a nursery rhyme

You crazy babe Bathsheba, I wancha

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, whaddyah know?

You're 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