A Dead Song

This is true
Mister nothing said forever said
I can sing
Hit it! make it a dead one
With words like
Blood, soldier mother
O.k. o.k.
I want to sleep before the end
Which is impolite
Hit it! make it a dead one
If nothing crops up
I'll give you a ring
You can sing the end
O.k o.k.
Then i could get
All the little animals out of my room
Hit it! with a broom
O.k o.k
Put them in a big white sack
No visitors came
Hit it! with words like.....
Thou shalt not
The end