I apologize, I grew old
I apologize, I grew tired
I apologize, I grew old

And now I live in oblivion
And it suits me very well
I live in oblivion
And it suits me very well
And the only thing that can kill me
Is the hospital food
And the only one left to visit me
is you

I know the best, the worst, the last
I knew them all
I set the world on fire
And now I'm tired

And now I live in oblivion
And it suits me very well
I live in oblivion
And it suits me very well
And the only thing that can kill me
is the hospital food
And the only one left to visit me
is you

Shove it in your mouth
Come on
Open wide
One two three
One more spoonful
Down the hatch
One two three
One more spoonful
There's a good boy
There's a good boy
Oh, there's a good boy
There's a good boy
Oh there's a good boy
There's a good boy
There's a good boy
There's a good boy
There's a good boy
Oh there's a good boy
There's a good boy