| THE HEARSE |
| DID YOU EVER THINK AS THE HEARSE ROLLS BY, THAT SOONER OR LATER YOUR GOING TO DIE, WITH YOUR BOOTS A-SWINGIN FROM THE BACK OF A ROAN, AND THE UNDERTAKER INSCRIBING YOUR STONE. THE MEN WITH THIER SHOVELS ALL STAND AROUND, THEY SHOVEL YOU INTO THE COLD WET GROUND, THEY SHOVEL IN DIRT AND THEY THROW IN ROCKS, THEY DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF THEY BREAK THE BOX. THE WORMS CRAWL IN AND THE WORMS CRAWL OUT, THEY DO THE RIGHT DRESS AND THEY TURN ABOUT, THEN EACH ONE TAKES A BITE OR TWO, OUT OF THE CARCASS THAT USED TO BE YOU. YOUR EYES ROT OUT AND YOUR TEETH FALL IN, THE WORMS CRAWL OVER YOUR MOUTH AND CHIN, THEY BRING ALL THIER FRIENDS AND THEIR FREINDS FRIENDS TOO, AND YOUR CHEWED ALL TO HELL WHEN THIER THROUGH WITH YOU! |
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