Toodle pip
On and on and on and on and on and on
Like you even know what's going on
To this world that I'm thrown
Kill you before you're born
Pawn your soul to be number one

You say it's old fashioned that same old song
That's how your mother likes it all night long

And if its real she says how to feel
Don't even talk about it

We could stay at home and
Call the skag and bone man
Dig our grave out with a spoon
In the morning picking flowers
Stare at the wall for hours
Till the sun becomes the moon

You say it's old fashioned, the feeling I know
That's how your mother likes it, now watch my boy go

If it's real, it's your next meal
Don't even talk about it

It's real like your next meal
Don't even talk about it