| i wonder what they'll say years from now | |
| who'll understand it all anyhow | |
| art straight from the heart | |
| piercing the gloom | |
| on the walls of a tomb | |
| hey pop is dead | |
| bring your shovel | |
| hey pop is dead | |
| bust your bubble | |
| hey pop is dead | |
| please don't trouble me | |
| not while i'm watching tv | |
| i listened for the sound of the truth | |
| it glistened on the young wasted youth | |
| bright vision of light | |
| tossed on the floor | |
| 'til it shimmered no more | |
| hey pop is dead | |
| bring your shovel | |
| hey pop is dead | |
| bust your bubble | |
| hey pop is dead | |
| please don't trouble me | |
| not while i'm watching tv | |
| feel me | |
| peel me | |
| punch me | |
| steal me | |
| hey pop is dead | |
| bring your shovel | |
| hey pop is dead | |
| bust your bubble | |
| hey pop is dead | |
| please don't trouble me | |
| not while i'm watching tv |