Slightly Dead

Here comes the candle to light you to bed

Here comes the chopper to chop off your head

Chip, chop, chip, chop

The last one’s dead
I called up death today

He said he will be late

His alarm clock didn’t go off

And he’s not feeling that great

He said, “I’m not hungover

I’m still drunk from last night

I’ll come when I get sober

I’m not a pretty sight”

He said

“Maybe not today

Maybe not tomorrow

But soon enough, I’ll take away your sorrow

It’s sure as blood is red

You’re all slightly dead”We’re slightly dead, we’re slightly dead

We’re all slightly dead

We’re slightly dead, we’re slightly dead

We’re all slightly dead

We walk and talk, we eat our daily bread

Sometimes, we fuck, sometimes, we have no luck

You’re all slightly deadHere comes the candle to light you to bed

Here comes the chopper to chop off your head

Chip, chop, chip, chop

The last one’s deadI called up death today

He said he will be late

He’s got no umbrella and it might rain

So I will have to wait

On top of that, he’s feeling low

He just ran out of wine

And his goldfish is going through

A really tough time

He said

“Don’t kid yourself, my friend

There is no hope in sight

I will come when the time is right

It’s a bloody dang safe bet

You’re all slightly dead”We’re slightly dead, we’re slightly dead

We’re all slightly dead

We’re slightly dead, we’re slightly dead

We’re all slightly dead

We laugh and cry, we go off our heads

Sometimes, we fuck, sometimes, we have no luckChip, chop, chip, chop

The last one’s deadI talked to death today

He said he will be late

He didn’t sleep last night

Got into a sailors’ fight

His horoscope is never true

And his fingers got stuck together with Krazy GlueWe’re slightly dead, we’re almost dead

You’re all slightly dead

We’re slightly dead, we’re almost dead

You’re all slightly dead

We’re slightly dead, we’re almost dead

We are so fucking dead

We’re slightly dead, we’re almost dead

We are so fucking dead

We love and then we hate, we dream when we’re awake

We are geniuses and fools hanging by a thread

We’re all slightly dead

You’re all slightly dead

You’re all slightly dead

Chip, chop, chip, chop

The last one’s dead