Too Dead To Die

Told you motherfuckers I’m already dead.
But mammys little baby loves shortening bread.
Thrilling and killing just as fast as I can.
You can’t catch me I’m the ginger-dead man.

I don’t care what your saying,
On your knees a praying, yeah, yeah.

And i’m too dead to die anyway.

Son of a bitch load up the hearse.
I’m making words rhyme in the second verse.
a-b-c-d-u-m-b.
Keeping rock n roll dumb like it should be

I don’t care what your saying,
On your knees a praying, yeah, yeah.

And i’m too dead to die anyway.

Hey motherfuckers did you hear the news?
I killed all the chickens in the god damn coop.
Roses are red and violets are blue.
Chicken is greasy like me and you.

I don’t care what your saying,
On your knees a praying, yeah, yeah.

And i’m too dead to die anyway.[x3]