Woke up one night, three angels gathered round my bed
One pulling zits, one blowing nose at every chance
The third had his halo round his neck like a noose
Preaching evil things from a past yet to come

Colours turning, pictures started rolling
TV set on fire
Couldn't reach it, couldn't turn it off
The videos had all come alive

Jason coming through my window
Throw him away
Frankenstein with an axe
Throw him in the dump

The poltergeist no rolling round my house
"Hell man, I didn't think Disneyland delivered that well"
Ghost train, I rode for free not moving out of bed
And all this time, zit squeezers watching over me

Norman's moving in, mama by his side
Couldn't look ‘em in the eyes
Michael Jackson lost his rotting arm
Later served with bacon, cream and cheese

I gotta throw up
Throw it in the air
Just gotta wake up before
They throw me down the drain

I reckon this is not a nice place to be
I'm down with zombies right up to my knees
I really wouldn't choose this place to spend my life
I'd rather live where birds would sing, not shit and die

Waiter, I'm though with my story now
You can come up from that mouth of a cow
I will never drink like that again
Why don't you just pour a special again

Never say die

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