I'll make you all go
And outside way, way up high
'Cause he's no longer living here, it's no longer needed here
Away
And now, I want that rocking chair outta there
And now I'll close my eyes really, really tight
And I got a corner store and that's all the more
You gotta do your best to decorate this dying day, this dying day
All over a bowl of bitter beans
All over a bowl of bitter beans
Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone
All over a bowl of bitter beans
All over a bowl of bitter beans
For me to praise upon the holidays
I got a quarter moon mist hanging over me
And I'll pull the trigger and make it all go away
And make you all go away, I'll make you all go all go away