Many years ago today
Something grew inside of your mother
That thing was YOU!

You! You! You! You! You!
Did she scream? Did she cry?
Only those that are born are ones that get to die!

One more year closer to dying
Body organs ripping, frying
Biological discordance
Birthday equals self-abhorance
R S V P Please
For the death of me
You have little time
You're running out of life
Happy Birthday. You're gonna die!

Die-Die! Deth-day!
Birth-day, Deth-day
Die-die, Deth-day
Birth-day, Deth-day!
Die-die, Deth-day
Birth-day, Deth-day!