Dont you ever think that when a hearse goes by
That you may be the next to die
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head all the way to your feet
The worms go in and the worms go out
In your stomach and out your snout
While your teeth fall out and your eyes decay
Thats the end of your perfect day
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