Apple Pie

Hear the sparrow, sing the song

See the clouds, the setting sun.

Feel the breeze blow through your hair

Dream of me and I'll be there

Count the sheep above your head

The end is near, we are the dead

Smell the lillies, drink the wine

Drape the bodies with the lye

Bake the children in the pies (be yourself, be nice, be nice)

Sip the tea, watch your demise

Tip your hat, don't be ashamed (be yourself, be nice, be nice)

We're all afraid

Read the broken book backwards

Greet the breeders with false words

Taste the sulfur on your tongue

Weep the willow, pierce the lung

Spread the jelly, break the bread

Stitch the evil mark with red

Stare the bulldog in the eye

Listen to the mothers lie

Bake the children in the pies (be yourself, be nice, be nice)

Sip the tea, watch your demise

Tip your hat, don't be ashamed (be yourself, be nice, be nice)

We're all afraid

Scratch the pedals pull the cord

Search the medal for the lord

Throw the brothers in a pile

Rest the wicked for awhile

Fish the foul and dunk the lead

Plant the roses in her head

Slice the pig and kill the rich

And toss the sisters in the ditch

Bake the children in the pies (be yourself, be nice, be nice)

Sip the tea, watch your demise

Tip your hat, don't be ashamed (be yourself, be nice, be nice)

We're all afraid

Be yourself, be nice, be nice