Wake up!
Get on up boy!
Fetch the axe
It's time we chopped that tree down
and count it's rings to see how far we've come
I'm the last nail in your coffin, the thorn in your side
we're setting fire to your casket when your back is turned
there's gonna be a cremation tonight, and the victim is alive.
Easy come, easy go
You are a dead ringer
climb your way out of this grave.
Do what I say boy
or I'll end you this way.
Fetch the axe!
Claw at your casket!
You'll bore yourself to death!
Ahh ha ha ha ha haa