There's a comic, what a comic
Only tragic faces drawn there
And there's always lots of room
For a worry or a gloom
There's OMACs, and there's punching
And a lot of sharp ka-runching
When they read the Crisis
They all come for the "Zing!"
Everytime you hear that blood-go-spurt
Everbody waits for corpses-in-the-dirt
They only want to come back for one thing
They crowd around and sing "Let's kill Ollie, hey!"
And you hear that skull thud on the floor
It's a big (HA HA HA HA) surprise you're waiting for
Then all at once everybody, everybody, forms a ring

For miles around, you'll hear them sing:

Labels: Rolling Head of Pantha

# posted by Scipio : 10:48 AM