All Good Children Got To Die

Hit it now with Dale Dungeon

How'd it go

Bom, bom-bom, bom-bom-bom

Been getting fat on my humble pie

Pretty soon I'll up and die

Don't shed a tear now, don't you cry

All good children got to die

I was born in Californ'

In the good old USA

Ever since that fateful day

I've been one step closer to my grave

Smiling at the people here

Pretty soon now I'll disappear

Hang my hat by the welcome mat

Where all the good dead children are at

Talking about my funeral

You know it's sure to come

There's some thinking it'll never happen to them

There are some that are that dumb

And Satan can't stop me, he thinks he's done and bought me

And I'll wear no chains around my neck

I'm not going to heck

Sitting in the funeral casket

You can bring me a flower basket

I'll no longer need to go to church

I'll be gone from this earth

Might not get a chance to say goodbye

So I really got to try

Don't shed a tear now, don't you cry

All good children got to die