Here's a story about a guy named Bill
I awoke from my slumber and was met with chills
To find him dead in my motherfucking shed
How dare he get blood on my garden hoe
May he rest in peace, that stupid S.O.B
That's what he gets for overdosing on LSD
Remember kids to stay on drugs and don't do school
Listen to Bill and you'll end up
Dead in the shed
Dead in the shed, oh yeah
You are dead in the shed
Dead in the shed, oh yeah
Tripping balls is his specialty
He says there's LSD for both you and me
But regardless of what is said and done
He's dead as fuck and the drugs have won
The goblins of the shed have fear of their own
When Bill stumbles across their unlocked home
Boots that door down with his bottle full of crown
The goblins are fucked up and Bill's dead now
May he rest in peace, that stupid S.O.B
That's what he gets for overdosing on LSD
Remember kids to stay on drugs and don't do school
Listen to Bill and you'll end up
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
♪
Shred in the shed
♪
Midnight falls, the alcohol is slowly running dry
A dark-lit place, a twisted face
The tears swelling in his eyes
Approaching death now, he is so close
His battle is over now
No more getting high for Bill
Scarred me for life and left me with chills
Bill slumbers now leave him alone
His stench is too much for the funeral home
So they threw his body in the compost bin
'Cause this dummy could not afford a friggen' coffin
That's it folks, the song's almost through
One more riff, hey, that's a haiku
No, it's not?