I H8 the Dead Lyrics

My Etch-A-Sketch started channelling the dead

Now everyone dead and gone writes me in shaky lines

And the waiting list is just about a mile long

It's so mega unimportant, all the stuff they write

And if the rapture came between us

That'd be outta sight

I smashed my Etch-A-Sketch to bits

And I hope the dead don't catch on

I've got one on my key chain

And the waiting list is just about a mile long

It's so mega unimportant, all the stuff they write

To me

As gods speak through all our poets and writers

Who think that they're cleverly writing

Their epics of fiction

Which are superimposed visions