Tailor-made straight noses
Filled with coins and mourning roses
Mourning roses
I couldn't reach that far
I couldn't reach that far
It's more like a fast ride he said
It's more like a ma**age he said
Having read some corny books
Did receive some dirty looks
Dirty looks
I couldn't reach that far
I couldn't reach that far
You act like a target he said
Put on bright red light he said
He's dead!