Lyrics
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
