This is the end

My only friend, the end

This is the end

My only friend, the end



I'll offer you some

I'll offer you sexualism and a masculine man

You can rephrase my friend (Alt: You can deface my grave, my friend)



The killer woke up in Belgium

And he poured alot of syrup on his waffles

And he walked on down the hall

And he said, all I want is to have some hasbrowns and some grits

And then he walked on down the hall

And then he said, listen I got a quarter in my pocket

And I see that waffle house jukebox

And I'm gonna walk up to the coinslot

And then there's a direst line between my pupil and that cionslot

And I lift that quarter out of my pocket

And I said, I wanna hear the waffle house theme

So I walk up to the jukebox, And I said

Come on in

I believe I will, I believe I will

At the waffle house



I got a six pack and nothin' to do