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Mom, Dad, I'm dead. I put a hole inside your basket.
When you weren't lookin' out, I took my share.
So slide me down inside the casket.
You gave it away so I'll give it to you. Whoa whoa.
You tried to take the blame and put it on me.
For your birthday, I might give it away to you.
Now, don't you take the blame and put it on me.
Mom, dad, I'm dead.
See me around with a hole in my head.
Don't look now, I'll take my share.
You can slide me down inside the casket.