im dead

im a dead man

theres people rhyming

theres people rolling

theres people dying to tell me

im a dead man

im sent from a suburb

where we sip on our cider

we eat sheets of paper

and get the twitch

of the death nerve

theres people rhyming

theres people rolling

theres people dying to tell me

im a dead man

let someone punch you

and then youll be famous

let someone punch you

and theyll make you famous

let someone punch you

and then youll see checkers

we always listen to

the same old records

im dead

im a dead man

theres people rhyming

theres people rolling

theres people laughing

theres people bawling

theres people timing

theres people stalling

when my things dont come together

im a dead man