And the gravedigger puts on the forceps

The stonemason does all the work

The barber can give you a haircut

The carpenter can take you out to lunch

Now but I just want to play on my panpipes

I just want to drink me some wine

As soon as you're born you start dyin'

So you might as well have a good time

Sheep go to heaven

Goats go to hell

Sheep go to heaven

Goats... go to hell

(Ah no... ah yea... ah right)

I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip

I don't wanna feel the emptiness

Bold marquees with stupid band names

I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip