I wonder what they'll say years from now Who'll understand it all anyhow Art straight from the heart Piercing the gloom On the walls of a tomb Hey pop is dead Bring your shovel Hey pop is dead Bust your bubble Hey pop is dead Please don't trouble me Not while i'm watching tv I listened for the sound of the truth It glistened on the young wasted youth Bright vision of light Tossed on the floor 'Til it shimmered no more Hey pop is dead Bring your shovel Hey pop is dead Bust your bubble Hey pop is dead Please don't trouble me Not while i'm watching tv Feel me Peel me Punch me Steal me Hey pop is dead Bring your shovel Hey pop is dead Bust your bubble Hey pop is dead Please don't trouble me Not while i'm watching tv