H-Song
Crack the elevator doors
Because its my time to shine!
Left down the corridor,
To make your life mine,
And I can't wait
To feel us intertwine.
(Hold your breath
Stick IV in
Check your list
Where's Dr. Quinn?
Kiss my wife
And my three kids
Won't you notify
The next of kin)
(menacing whistle)
Maybe you fought in the war
Left your lungs at the corner store.Pimped your craft. Made your cake,
But buddy your wife and kids, Yeah, they're all fucking fake.
Where are they now?
Can they feel your pain?
I can, and I can help.
I am a legend,
Though a squire,
I'm the A.D. King of Kings
While I've fallen from my time,
And regret what was missed,
But now you're here,
Help me escape!
And I promise nothing less
Than a victory, than a victory.
(Now I know its time
To pull the plug,
Six feet under
A grassy rug)
Become a hero
And release a prisoner,
Become a hero
And release a prisoner.
I'm not sure,
No, I'm not sure,
Just what to say next,
Now I'm scared!
So, I'll just start to contemplate,
I'll just start to contemplate What's next.
Tell me what's next!
Last rites,
Damn right
Bring it on!
If I could stand up
I'd put your ass down.
Sure I've seen a ton,
And I've fucked even more.
Don't waste my time
Don't you take it out the door
Take it out the door!
But sir I am, an angel of death
Roll from town to town
To fill the elderly's requests.
Liver on my sleeve
You can check me
Poison on my breath.
Let's take this slow.
No! No! No! No!
You've got to do it now!
No! No! No! No!
Over and out.
No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
Because its my time to shine!
Left down the corridor,
To make your life mine,
And I can't wait
To feel us intertwine.
(Hold your breath
Stick IV in
Check your list
Where's Dr. Quinn?
Kiss my wife
And my three kids
Won't you notify
The next of kin)
(menacing whistle)
Maybe you fought in the war
Left your lungs at the corner store.Pimped your craft. Made your cake,
But buddy your wife and kids, Yeah, they're all fucking fake.
Where are they now?
Can they feel your pain?
I can, and I can help.
I am a legend,
Though a squire,
I'm the A.D. King of Kings
While I've fallen from my time,
And regret what was missed,
But now you're here,
Help me escape!
And I promise nothing less
Than a victory, than a victory.
(Now I know its time
To pull the plug,
Six feet under
A grassy rug)
Become a hero
And release a prisoner,
Become a hero
And release a prisoner.
I'm not sure,
No, I'm not sure,
Just what to say next,
Now I'm scared!
So, I'll just start to contemplate,
I'll just start to contemplate What's next.
Tell me what's next!
Last rites,
Damn right
Bring it on!
If I could stand up
I'd put your ass down.
Sure I've seen a ton,
And I've fucked even more.
Don't waste my time
Don't you take it out the door
Take it out the door!
But sir I am, an angel of death
Roll from town to town
To fill the elderly's requests.
Liver on my sleeve
You can check me
Poison on my breath.
Let's take this slow.
No! No! No! No!
You've got to do it now!
No! No! No! No!
Over and out.
No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Arce
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