I wanna go the way all Bundys go. I wanna hang myself in my own basement by jumping off my workbench
I'd rather go synchronized swimming with Angela Lansbuy. I'd rather have my neck shaved by Ray Charles, I'd even rather have your picture tattooed on the inside of my eye lids
I begged for the death-penalty but they insisted that I'd learn a lesson
You go home and tell your daddy you have the mail-man's eyes