Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Neil Gaiman. Hey! Yee-haw! Hey! Lady, she got painted eyes Have a way of takin' to ya Cut your heart out for the prize While a bitch sings hallelujah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Lordy, well I'm made of blood and bone Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Surely, no one'll leave when I get stoned Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-oh Hey! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah, look at the way I've made my bed Rocks and nuts and I'm half crazy Get to dream about bein' dead But I ain't been that lucky lately Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Yeah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Lord Well, I'm made of blood and bones Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Surely You know I bleed when I get stoned Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-ohh Hey, hey! Hey, hey! Yeah! Yeah! Lord, well, I'm made of blood and bones Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Surely You know I bleed when I get stoned Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-ohh Yeah! Thank you.