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Now (It's Just the Gas) - Jonathan Groff

Now (It's Just the Gas)

Jonathan Groff

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Oh, Seymour, this is gonna be a pleasure

I'm gonna want some Nitrous Oxide for this one

In fact, I'm gonna use my special gas mask

You just relax, Seymour, I'll be with you in a moment

Now, do it now

While he's gassing himself to a palpable stupor

The timing's ideal and the moment is super

To ready and fire and blow the sick bastard away

Now, do it now

Just a flicker of pressure right here on the trigger

And Audrey won't have to put up with that pig for another day

Now, for the girl

Now, for the plant

Now, yes, I will!

But I can't

Ooh! Oh, Seymour! I am flyin' now!

All the things we're gonna do to your mouth!

Oh, well, I guess I've had about enough of this stuff

I'll just take this mask off now, and-, why?

Whoa-, whoa

Hey, Seymour, guess what?

What?

It's stuck!

What?

The mask, it's stuck, I can't get it off

Jesus Christ, I could asphyxiate in here

Hey, Seymour, give me a hand, will ya?

Well

"Well?" He says, "Well?"

Oh, Seymour, I don't think you understand

Don't be fooled if I should giggle

Like a sappy happy dope

It's just the gas, it's got me high

But don't let that fact deceive you, any moment I could die!

Though I giggle and I chortle

Bear in mind, I'm not immortal

Why this whole thing strikes me funny

I don't know

'Cause it really is a rotten way to go!

What we have here is an ethical dilemma

'Less I help him get the mask removed

He doesn't have a prayer

True, the gun was never fired

But the way events transpired

I could finish him with simple laissez-faire

What we have here is a tricky moral problem (now!)

Do I help remove the mask or let him go for lack of air? (Do it now!)

Couldn't shoot him when I tried, but the fates are on my side (help me now!)

I can off the guy by staying in the chair! (Now!)

Don't be fooled if I should chuckle like hyenas in a zoo

It's just the gas, it turns me on

But don't let my mirth deceive you, at any moment, I'll be gone

All my vital signs are failing 'cause the oxide I'm inhaling

Makes it difficult as hell to catch my breath

Are you dumb, or hard of hearing?

Or relieved my end is nearing?

Are you satisfied? I laughed myself to

Death?

- It's already the end -