Good Old Joe

On the run from a man with a gun
And I'd only just begun
To do what must be done
And he killed me

By a lake that is obviously fake
My mistake was to break
Have another piece of cake
And he killed me

Was it a self destruction?
Was it an accident?
Was I pushed or did I fall?

I want to, I want to, want to
One two, one two, one two
One two three four

Here I sit, with a coffin full of shit
As she knits guillotines
For the epileptic fit
That killed me

As another head is lopped
There's a cop with a yellow Sabco mop
Cleans the frontage of the shop
Where they killed me

Was it the poisoned whiskey?
Was it something that I ate?
Was I pushed or did I fall?

I want to, I want to, want to
One two, one two, one two
One two three four

Was it a suicide?
Was it something even weirder?
Was I pushed or did I fall?

I want to, I want to, want to
One two, one two, one two
One two three four

Now I know that the blow
That laid me low
Came from Good Old Joe