Every day is just, just the same Over and over, frame by frame "How many?" is all I say I can't wait for my Funeral Day Every verse is just, just the same Over and over, frame by frame Phil and Ron would have something to say I wish I could'a seen their Funeral Day You're the one who- Who I need to take an axe to And you're the one who- Who I need to see the blood spill C'mon, C'mon now, I would switch Your corpse for a cliffy cliff C'mon, C'mon now I would switch Your corpse for Sonic Smith C'mon, C'mon now, I would trade Your corpse for Johnny Blade C'mon, C'mon now, I would yell Your corpse, for Good 'Ol El