There's a big boy at the door
He took my beef from the shed
So I shot him in the head
But he kicked my guts to the wall
And now I got dead
Get dead
The mailman gave me Billy's bills
I shipped him a shiv and shanked his shin
The doctor took my morphine
I smothered him with a taste of his medicine
The stripper said to go easy
I smashed her brains all over the wall
The grocer gave me over due milk
It still tasted fine so he's still fine
Police boy told me to stop murdering
I told him sorry but he got dead
Get dead
I got dead again
We got dead together
We got dead
We got dead