We've been deceased for at least a week in counting Say pretty please; You're a piece of weakness around me Disturb the peace; Unleash the beast for my bounty You're the same as me; vis-à-vis, c'est la vie Do the disco on my bed All night long Point your pistol at my head Till I'm gone My guillotine tells me that I can be free We're peachy keen, ain't nothing much in between Leave me in dreams; blow my thoughts to smithereens Don't wait for me; I'm burning to the ninth degree Do the disco on my bed All night long Point your pistol at my head Till I'm gone