When I die....

When I die, don't look at me
And say he looks at peace,
For in my grave, I'll toss and turn
Until you come to me

And don't you say, the same old thing,
'He looks just like his father',
Cause I'll rise up and choke your neck
For insulting my poor father.

Of course, it it, that I look pale,
I'm dead, you stupid fool
But after choking on that grape,
You'd think that I'd look blue.

Now run along and let me be;
Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?
And by the way, this pillows hard,
Why'd it have to be so cheap?