A Dead Song

This is true, mister nothing said forever said
I can sing!
Hit it, make it a dead one with words like
Blood, soldier mother
Ok, ok

I want to sleep before the end, which is impolite
Hit it, make it a dead one!
If nothing crops up, I'll give you a ring
You can sing the end
Ok, ok

Then I could get all the little animals out of my room
Hit it with a broom!
Ok, ok
Put them in a big white sack
No visitors came
Hit it with words like: Thou shalt not

The end