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
