Go the fuck to sleep- Supernatural addition

Go the fuck to sleep.

Go the fuck to sleep
-Supernatural addition-

The doors and the windows are salted
The ghosts won't dare make a peep
The sigils are painted and the demon traps set
Please go the fuck to sleep.

I fixed the impala up better than ever
Baby's not some piece of shit jeep
She's been ruling the roads since I was four years old
Now go the fuck to sleep.

We took out the yellow eyed demon
We slaughtered his minions like sheep
You're not having visions. That's bullshit. Stop lying.
Lay the fuck down, Sammy, and sleep.

The ghostfacers will stay out of trouble
We taught them to look before they leap
You've never been worried about them before
What the fuck? I'm not buying it. Sleep.

Everyone in this small town has turned in for the night
All the leads we did thoroughly sweep
Hell no, you can't go to the library now.
You know where you can go? The fuck to sleep.

No, I'm not hungry or horny.
Even for you, those excuses are cheap
You're starting to get on my nerves now, Sam
For real, shut the fuck up and sleep.

The Croats and the virus they carry are gone
We left them all dead in a heap
Why do all this other shit for your health
When you won't wind the fuck down and sleep?

The apocalypse ain't gunna happen
We never gave into those creeps
I opened the cage, you threw them in hell
We fucking deserve some sleep.

Garth's gunna crash into the common room
I feel responsible for his upkeep
Fuck mr. Frizzles. You're not bringing him shit.
Close your eyes. Cut the crap. Sleep.

It's game over for lucifer
That bastard can read em' and weep
You know he's not there. We've talked about this.
The head games are finished, so sleep.

The leviathan are done for
I stabbed dick Roman deep
We'll send them all back to purgatory
After you fucking get some sleep.

We've got a real place to call home now, Sam
We're finally with our own keep
We each have a room, and a couch, and a stove
What more do you want, dude? Sleep.

We'll close the gates of hell for good
And Crowley, at last, we will reap
It's at the top of our to-do list, believe me
Just shut your pie-hole and sleep.

Eventually you close your eyes
I pray for once that you'll oversleep
As I crawl into my bed, the phone rings. [Son of a bitch!]

We're never gonna get any sleep.