Sheep Go To Heaven – Cake – letras

I’m not feeling alright todayI’m not feeling that greatI’m not catching on fire todayLove has started to fadeI’m not going to smile todayI’m not gonna laughYou’re out living it up todayI’ve got dues to payAnd the gravedigger puts on the forcepsThe stonemason does all the workThe barber can give you a haircutThe carpenter can take you out to lunchNow I just want to play on my panpipesI just want to drink me some wineAs soon as you’re born you start dyin’So you might as well have a good timeSheep go to heavenGoats go to hellSheep go to heavenGoats…go to hellI don’t wanna go to Sunset StripI don’t wanna feel the emptinessBold marquees with stupid band namesI don’t wanna go to Sunset StripI don’t wanna go to Sunset StripI don’t wanna feel the emptinessBold marquees with stupid band namesI don’t wanna go to Sunset StripAnd the gravedigger puts on the forcepsThe stonemason does all the workThe barber can give you a haircutThe carpenter can take you out to lunchNow but I just want to play on my panpipesI just want to drink me some wineAs soon as you’re born you start dyin’So you might as well have a good timeSheep go to heavenGoats go to hellSheep go to heavenGoats…go to hell