What if you have such a rotten birthday and the Reaper became your party organizer? |
A Very Miserable Birthday To You, Here is your cake,dark with emptiness I’ve strung the balloons all around the room, They’re black , black as you are The banner’s already hung, Gray and dingy on the wall Just like where you want it, Inside your troubled little mind The ice cream’s on the freezer, We’ll give it to the guests when they’ve started laughing Miserable as you are, Give them all ice cream Party favors are on the basket at your feet, They’re chuck full of goodies And the biggest prize yet? Parts of your dark and dying heart Ooh the clowns are here, I’ve hired some who fits the occasion See, they’re all sad with bloody tears, Just like the lonely birthday celebrant The guests are arriving one by one, Looking confused and longing to eat Oh I forgot, they wanted those party favors so bad, You should let them all have one C’mon it’s time for the games, My favorite, says the reaper There’s pin the nail on miserable Abigail Dirge song chairs and stop and get killed by the clowns dance Yey, it’s time for you to blow your candles! Here sit on this coffin and we’ll sing you to death Blow your catterpillar candles now, So, what did you wish for today? |