I apologize, I grew old

I apologize, I grew tired

I apologize, I grew old

And now I live in oblivion

And it suits me very well

I live in oblivion

And it suits me very well

And the only thing that can kill me

Is the hospital food

And the only one left to visit me

is you

I know the best, the worst, the last

I knew them all

I set the world on fire

And now I'm tired

And now I live in oblivion

And it suits me very well

I live in oblivion

And it suits me very well

And the only thing that can kill me

is the hospital food

And the only one left to visit me

is you

Shove it in your mouth

Come on

Open wide

One two three

One more spoonful

Down the hatch

One two three

One more spoonful

There's a good boy

There's a good boy

Oh, there's a good boy

There's a good boy

Oh there's a good boy

There's a good boy

There's a good boy

There's a good boy

There's a good boy

Oh there's a good boy

There's a good boy