I, I hope you die
I hope you choke on a chicken bone
Fall in your entree and die
And I, well I wish the ground
Would open up in a crater below you
And swallow you down
Well I've talked to my shrink and he tends to agree
He'd probably kill you as well
So it's out with your lights and send me a postcard from Hell
I, I have this dream
Of pushing down tight on a pillow
To muffle your screams
And I guess I could get a gun
But then it would be over too quickly
And spoil my fun
Well I've talked to my shrink and he tends to agree
He'd probably kill you as well
So it's out with your lights and send me a postcard from Hell
Die Diddly die die die die - why won't you die
Die Diddly die die die die - just fucking die
Well I've talked to my shrink and he tends to agree
He'd probably kill you as well
So it's out with your lights and send me a postcard from Hell
I, I hope you drown
I would stand on the beach and laugh
As you bob up and down
And your continued existence seems dire
As I'm plotting these various ways
To make you expire
Well I've talked to my shrink and he tends to agree
He'd probably kill you as well
So it's out with your lights and send me a postcard from Hell
If the court case goes badly and I get the chair
And we both know I probably will
Then we can burn there together and send them all postcards from Hell
Die Diddly die die die die - why won't you die
