Songtexte: Pixies. Doolittle. Dead.

You crazy Bathsheba, I wancha
You?re suffocating, you need a good shed
I?m tired of living, shebe, so gimme, dead, dead

We?re apin? rapin? tapin? catharsis
You get torn down and I get erected
My blood is working but my
My heart is, dead, dead

Hey what do you know?
You?re lovely tan belly
Is starting to grow

Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Dead, dead