I've experienced death countless times
Heaven or hell no matter what, I can't die
I wake up in bed wearing the same old clothes
Stan, Cartman: O-kay, mmmm, hmmmm
Yeah, I didn't die. Well, f--k you, too
I've experienced death countless times
Her titties are f--king huge
Oh my god! They killed Cartman!
I wake up in bed wearing the same old clothes
That's it I'm sick of this bull sh--
screw you guys, I'm goin' home
I've experienced death countless times
What the f--k are stem cells?
I don't know, but I got to think of something
I wake up in bed wearing the same old clothes
What the hell? What the f--k is this?
(I'm singing as good as I can!)
I've experienced death countless times
I wake up in bed wearing the same old clothes
---William James; Source: Southpark!
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