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