Sat upon an empty box of Cheerios and settled
Through the cracks of wooden floors
Forming little cone mountains
Fertile soil on which to rest
My dirty little white stone
With dimples to keep it from
Rolling down the dusty trail
Brought such straight rows
Like corn and peas
And foot caves in cold dirt
And the sore throat that follows
"Everyone always knew it ended this way,
But I still don't understand why...
Milking the cow didn't work."
She was warm and had a rough
Mus-cular tongue for licking
Salt blocks and brown eyes like a cow
And her name was Bossy.
We didn't eat her I don't think
sallysally@usa.net"How do you do? Have yourselves a pleasant afternoon!"
Well, fuck you, too!
"Good night" is the one I choose for you!
- I'll kill myself:
I'll blow my brains onto the wall!
- C U in Hell,
I will not take this anymore!
Now, this is where it ends,
this is where I will draw the line
So, 'scuse me while I end my life.
I will pull this through
Not having a reason is no excuse
What the Hell do you suppose I have left to lose?
(You?)
Chorus
[hyvästi jää]
- I'll kill myself:
I'll blow my brains onto the wall!
- C U in Hell,
I will not take this anymore!
This is where it ends: I'll put a bullet in my head
And yes, drop dead [HA-HA-HA]!
This is where it ends, this is where I will draw the line:
- Excuse me while
I Kill myself.