Текст песни The Grinning Ghosts - Joan's Already Dead

I got tired of writing couplets
so I just wrote fuck it
like an iron brand no more abetting
It's so boring boring, boring boring

So I'll write something that doesn't
make a lick of sense:
Determined still to mistake a life for a living
nonsense makes the world go round
nonsense makes the world go round

Drip drop the rain won't stop
Joan's so sad she needs a mop
oh please! Lop off her head
God, Joan's already dead!
She's dead so dead

Dribbling disease of a man,
understand that it is make no sense
and no sense it taste
and feels it sense no
and sense begs no it
begets Joan's sense and it

Drip drop the rain won't stop
Joan's so sad she needs a mop
oh please lop off her head
God, Joan's already dead
She's dead so dead

Take me out to the planks, ma
I'm going home
to Joan Joan, Joan Joan