One foot sinking in the graveyard grass
Souls worn thin down to brass tacks
Each breath could well be my last
Pulled into a coffin full of ice
Can't stop sinking with the dead man's float
I catch my words sticking in the back of my throat
Sign the dotted line, that would be all she wrote
Building a coffin just my size
Beat a dead horse to the glue factory
Mausoleum shiver, shiver shaking my knees
Hangman's noose got a hold on me
Got these silver dollars covering my eyes
Is this my final destination nurse?
I can't shake off King Tutankhamun's curse
Turn after turn for the worse
Headed for the grave in the blackest hearse
Here lies...
This is where we're worse for wear
A passing blindness in the glare
My numbers up I'm faced with fate
I'll have a bite and take the bait
The undertaker undertook
A rigamortis frozen look
Pay the piper, pay the price
Rolling Death's final dice
In the gallows evermore
Refrigerating in the morgue
Executioner's metal axe
Empty eyes behind a mask
Rotting in the satin red
Roadkill possum playing dead
Reaper points and pulls me close
A poison pill and final dose
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