The End

This is the end

My only friend, the end

This is the end

My only friend, the end

I'll offer you some

I'll offer you sexualism and a masculine man

You can rephrase my friend (Alt: You can deface my grave, my friend)

The killer woke up in Belgium

And he poured a lot of syrup on his waffles

And he walked on down the hall

And he said, all I want is to have some hasbrowns and some grits

And then he walked on down the hall

And then he said, listen I got a quarter in my pocket

And I see that waffle house jukebox

And I'm gonna walk up to the coinslot

And then there's a direst line between my pupil and that cionslot

And I lift that quarter out of my pocket

And I said, I wanna hear the waffle house theme

So I walk up to the jukebox, And I said

Come on in

I believe I will, I believe I will

At the waffle house

I got a six pack and nothin' to do