The last call of cukdukoo

i lay there waiting... 

for the final blow...

that will set things equal...

and let me go.

i could smell the blood ...

that my dearest lost...

the pleasure of few...

was thier life's cost ...

you will cut my head...

and chop me to peices...

then boil me in water...

and cook me in spices...

i don't know any thing ...

that i just said ...

as my brain is small...

and my head is red...

but i can still feel the pain...

and see my death calling out loud...

as you prepare to make your supper...

i prepare to scream and shout...

i could not run from the truth i am...

i was born for a one night show...

the knife cuts my neck in two..

and i am dead, there you go...

cukdukoo...cukduuuuuuu...