Death Ought To Wait For Me

A pig has launched a pussy's forge

Malignant broods remark with hoots

They waste their time with no concern

Just serve one's turn

The matter brooks no delay



A senseless quiz to wink your lens, to grab a goal

With no pretence of laying on a downy bed

Which keeps your head above still waters

Hay-hoo



And I revive and then survive

To play the proof to pad the hoof

I'm on beam I am on wires

My words are glib

Highly inspired

Hay-hoo

AAAHHH



Though I had plenty of battles to fight

Trouble affairs and sleepless nights

The noose was fastened around my neck

And I replied Death ought to wait for me



AAAHHH

And when it comes I turn Her back

We shake our hands, disperse like friends

The vital spark flows on again

Cause I keep saying Death ought to wait for me



They say I was born with a silver spoon

That's not enough

You should be tough

I find amusing an uncertain weakness

We must make our life

We are a-choosing

Hay-hoo

... ought to wait for me