Instant Death

[Verse] I typed three letters, watched it change, The whole first page began to rearrange. Before my finger found the key, Somebody booked a funeral for me. The boss walked in: “Have you seen? The future’s moving on the screen.” I said, “That’s quite a thing to see. Now, did that customer find me?” [Chorus] Instant death! Stop the press! Another headline, more or less. The page moved fast, the panic spread— The search got quicker. We weren’t dead. [Verse] By seventeen, the show was through. The curtain fell on Instant, too. We kept the lights on in the shop, And watched another coffin drop. [Final chorus] Instant death! Stop the press! Put that theory with the rest. We sent some flowers, bowed our heads— The thing that killed us went instead.