Uncle Mike Lyrics

Lock the door
And close the curtains
Cut my arm
Put the bloody clothes in the drawer
Now I'm dead
Locked in my bedroom,
But more alive then ever before
Mom walked in
Gave birth to kittens
When she saw
Me lying there
Threw out my clothes
And my new mittens
Sold my liver
And sold my hair
Now I'm bald just like my Grandpa
We are very much alike
He is dead
Way down in Tampa
With Grandma Sherry
And Uncle Mike
And the moral of this story
Is that you're better off alive
Things are cool
When they're not gory
So stay away
From kitchen knives