no one`s a gas like the living dead
set to mate their own brain and lead
pull you past your breaking point
smile`s sinister, hear their creaking joints
carry on when i`m gone
say you want a little fun
a ghastly blast on the kid with the gun
this crazy thing, well its no act
"oh what a night" reads his epitaph
carry on when i`m gone
set on this path since the day he was born
it`s a last ditch laugh so invite a coroner