Get, get!
Get yourself some medicine.

Go, go!
Get that tap-a-tap running

Run, run!
Getcha fav-a-rite teddy bear
Yer tick-a-tack toy boat
Yer Grand Ma-Ma's portrait
Yer scenty-smelly bath bomb
Yer dinky-danky diary
Gonna have a bath with them!

Shut, shut!
Close that bath-a-room door and

Chuck, chuck!
The portrait into the tub-a-tub

Jump, jump!
the tub and
let loose the bomb and
take the drugs and
rip the mind and
throw the diary inside
and
take the razor blades
you hide
in the boat your mother
gave you as
a child
and

Rub, rub!
Metal into flesh and sweet wetness.
Let the bath turn thick and red and
Let the colours in your head
Converge and spit into the void
Because
You're already dead.

Yeah!