Testi:
The Old Dead Tree Hey

What a waste, I feel empty, Shamefaced, I am sorry. I hate myself for being here Trying to forget a pain Coming from myself. Can't I wake up, get up,

But Edna, you're timeless to me Hemlines are shorter A beer costs a quarter But time cannot take what comes free You're like a stinky old cheese, babe

where 1,000,000 worlds are one. Where is he going to ? He?s going to make contact with the living and the dead... Here comes Black Gold... Gather round young and old

bastard Better dead that, talk out of your head crap Before you hear yourself screaming "Oh no" like redrat Small-timers, so called rhymers ?Stepping on stings? got old

Hey, look, it's me What no one wants to see See what you brought this world Just what you want to see Hey, Ma Hey, Ma! Look, it's me Hey, Ma Hey

Hey, Merry Christmas, Adam! Merry Christmas, Fred! Merry Christmas to everyone Yeah man You having a good year? Yeah, It just feels good to be next to

I see my old homey, he died in a drag Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?" And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk I tried to hit it, but

'd realize and say Hey, have you seen the skies They've been clear for days I think we have survived Another Year Hey Brother The newspaper said you were 38 years old Dead

I'm in trouble Everybody get out now On the double I'm dead (your done) that's it for me I'm gonna be picked off my family tree Once Mom finds out '