Slightly Dead

Here comes the candle to light you to bed
 Here comes the chopper to chop off your head
 Chip, chop, chip, chop
 The last one's dead
 I called up death today
 He said he will be late
 His alarm clock didn't go off
 And he's not feeling that great
 He said, "I'm not hungover
 I'm still drunk from last night
 I'll come when I get sober
 I'm not a pretty sight"
 He said
 "Maybe not today
 Maybe not tomorrow
 But soon enough
 I'll take away your sorrow
 It's sure as blood is red
 You're all slightly dead"
 We're slightly dead, we're slightly dead
 We're all slightly dead
 We're slightly dead, we're slightly dead
 We're all but slightly dead
 We walk and talk, we eat our daily bread
 Sometimes, we fuck, sometimes, we have no luck
 You're all slightly dead
 Here comes the candle to light you to bed
 Here comes the chopper to chop off your head
 Chip, chop, chip, chop
 The last one's dead
 I called up death today
 He said he will be late
 He's got no umbrella and it might rain
 So I will have to wait
 On top of that, he's feeling low
 He just ran out of wine
 And his goldfish is going through
 A really tough time
 He said
 "Don't kid yourself, my friend
 There is no hope in sight
 I will come when the time is right
 It's a bloody dang safe bet
 You're all slightly dead"
 We're slightly dead, we're slightly dead
 We're all slightly dead
 We're slightly dead, we're slightly dead
 We're all but slightly dead
 We laugh and cry, we go off our heads
 Sometimes, we fuck, sometimes, we have no luck
 Chip, chop, chip, chop
 The last one's dead
 I talked to death today
 He said he will be late
 He didn't sleep last night
 Got into a sailors' fight
 His horoscope is never true
 And his fingers got stuck together with Krazy Glue
 We're slightly dead, we're almost dead
 You're all slightly dead
 We're slightly dead, we're almost dead
 You're all slightly dead
 We're slightly dead, we're almost dead
 We are so fucking dead
 We're slightly dead, we're almost dead
 We are so fucking dead
 We love and then we hate, we dream when we're awake
 We're geniuses and fools hanging by a thread
 We're all slightly dead
 You're all slightly dead
 You're all slightly dead
 Chip, chop, chip, chop
 The last one's dead