He Sang in His Bath Before He Died

Neighbor John is really sad, because his fucking stinky dog is dead!
His shitty cur run through my yard and buried bones in the ground
And now there is no time to care no
barking, howling, silence everywhere
Because his rotting bones rest side by side with those he used to hide

Ah, John is sad
Oh, his dog is dead

Neighbor D. had to be free,
but it's so hard with a face built of cheese
Every Night he used to sing his boring songs next door in his bath
Then one day he slipped across that
room and hit his head against the wall
And I remember every morn' into my
breakfast cheese his dumb-smile face

Ah, John is sad
Oh, friend D. is dead

Neighbor Doe, nobody's friend,
a pale appearance with oily short-cutted hair
He always talked 'bout useless things
and no one cared about the things he said
Yesterday 'cross the red-light street,
Delilah sneered 'the sharp marble guy is here'
Casually a few times ago I saw him dropping downward outside, bye, bye

Ah, John is sad
Oh, John Doe. is dead