funny gothic folk music - Bye-bye, Butterflies

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Anthem of suicidal Apocalyptic glee.

Bye-bye Butterflies
C J Leon

Say bye-bye to the butterflies.
Tomorrow's the day that everything dies. X3

You never knew a morning in Hell
till you drank that 40 of whiskey to yourself.
Your cheating lover through you in his pickup.
At the hospital they pumped your gut,
pumped pills, pins, booze, an awful noise.
The labcoat said it's not your choice.

Say bye-bye to the buttercups.
Planet earth's number's up.
Say bye-bye to the sun and moon.
Larks are gonna sing death metal soon.
Say bye-bye to that stubborn wart.
God's about to be a real poor sport.

You lay weak and sore stretched on a bed
while fluorescent light punched your head.
Your lover is a lousy fuck;
I'm sorry, honey, that's just your luck.
He stroked your face and said Baby,
this isn't about you; it's about me.

Say bye-bye to universe.
No menus, please, just desserts.
Say bye-bye to the starry sky,
like broken lovers it's gonna cry.
Say bye-bye to the flowers and trees,
and hello to the worms and fleas.

Grandma baked cookies you ate when you were ten
and stumbled in drunk on Listerine again.
Dad put a twenty in your get-well card.
Mom fiddled the name tag on your arm
and said I'm thinking hard on what you've done,
and before your gone I want a grandson.

Say bye-bye to the butterflies.
Tomorrow's the day that everything dies. X3

Bye-bye, butterflies.
Bye-bye, butterflies. X2

Bye-bye. X4