Another Dead Comedian

Another Dead Comedian

It was wife #3 where all the trouble began,
“I gotta kill Phil and fix the problems at hand.”
Is it what she thought? Who the fuck could know?
Through the cloudy eyes of alcohol, Zoloft and blow.
Maybe shot him dead ‘cuz she’s a talentless bitch…
Coulda’ been a homicidal scratch she had to itch.
Maybe shot him dead ‘cuz she didn’t like the way he laughed,
shot him in the head and chest and couldn’t get past
the fact that it was obvious that it was coke and Zoloft’s son,
a crazy little fuck that made suicide fun.

Another Dead Comedian
The Comedian is Dead.
Another Dead Comedian
The Comedian is Dead.
Another Dead Comedian
The Comedian is Dead.
Somethin’ in the soup?
Or maybe something that he said… (x2)

Q:
“Why, oh why? Why did I kill Phil?”

A:
“Voices in my head! Voices in my head! I hear voices in my head I hear,
MUST KILL PHIL! MUST KILL!”
“Voices in my head! Voices in my head! I hear voices in my head I hear,
MUST KILL PHIL! MUST…”
“Voices in my head! Voices in my head! I hear voices in my head I hear,
MUST KILL PHIL! MUST…”
“Voices in my head! Voices in my head! I hear voices in my head I hear,
MUST KILL PHIL! MUST KILL!” (x2)

Q:
“…and what about this bullet in my head?”

–Chvad SB

Copyright 2005 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

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