You’ll be happy to knowThe situation is worseThe endless bottles of pillsThat never seem to workSleeping in his clothesAnd still looking his bestHe’s so high in the tombYou wouldn’t know he’s deadYou look like you could use a restYou look like you’d be better deadThey’re making requestsFor songs that you never playAnd the sanity lostIs worth the money paidHow does it feelTo be what you sing aboutWe all came to applaudBut the ghost said you’d long checked outYou look like you could use a restYou look like you’d be better deadYou’ll be happy to knowThe situation is worseThe endless bottles of pillsThat never seem to workShe’s keeping receiptsOn all that you’ve done wrongYour selfish efforts were cheapAnd have lasted far too longYou look like you could use a restYou look like you’d be better deadYou look like you could use a restYou look like you’d be better dead