Good Old Joe

On the run from a man with agun
And I'd only just begun
To do what must be done
And he killed me
By a lake that is obviously fake
My mistake was to break
Have another piece of cake
And he killed me
Was it a self destruction
Was it an accident
Was I pushed or did I fall
I wan't to, wan't to, wan't to
One two, one two, one two
One two three four
Here I sit with a coffin fulla shit
As she knits guillotines
For the epileptic fit
That killed me
As another head is lopped
There's a cop
With a yellow Sabco mop
Cleans the frontage of the shop
Where they killed me
Was it the poisoned whiskey
Was it something that I ate
Was I pushed or did I fall
I wan't to, wan't to, wan't to
One two, one two, one two
One two three four
Was it a suicide
Was it something even weirder
Was I pushed or did I fall
I wan't to, wan't to, wan't to
One two, one two, one two
One two three four
Now I know that the blow
that laid me low
Came from Good Old Joe