I'll make you all go

And I'll pull the trigger and make it all go away
I got a quarter moon mist hanging over me
Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone
And I got a corner store and that's all the more
All over a bowl of bitter beans

All over a bowl of bitter beans
And now I'll close my eyes really, really tight
And now, I want that rocking chair outta there
All over a bowl of bitter beans
You gotta do your best to decorate this dying day, this dying day
All over a bowl of bitter beans
And I'll make it all go away, I'll make it all go away
'Cause he's no longer living here, it's no longer needed here
Away

And outside way, way up high
And make you all go away, I'll make you all go all go away
For me to praise upon the holidays