A Dead Song

this is true oh! this is true it's true
 mister forever said nothing said
 I can sing
 hit it! make it a dead one
 with words like with words like
 blood and soldier and mother
 o.k. o.k.
 I want to I wanna sleep before the end
 which is most impolite
 hit it! make it a dead one
 if nothing crops up
 I'll give you a ring
 you can sing the end
 o.k. o.k.
 then I could get
 all the little animals out of my room
 hit it! with a broom, with a broom!
 o.k. o.k. o.k. o.k.
 put them in a big white sack
 no visitors came
 hit it! with words like...
 like hit it! like hit it! oh! yea...
 yea hit it... like like
 thou thou shalt not um like
 thou shalt not This is the end This
 This really is the living end
 This really is the living end
 like really This is the end and it's still living