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The Hearse Song
Did you ever think, as the hearse rolls by
That one of these days, you must surely die
They'll take you away in a big black hat
They'll take you away but won't bring you back
The men with shovels stand all around
They shovel you into that cold wet ground
They shovel in dirt and they throw in rocks
They don't give a damn if they break the box
And your eyes drop out and your teeth fall in
And the worms crawl over your mouth and chin
And the worms crawl out and the worms crawl in
And your limbs drop off of you limb .. by .. limb
The old grey hearse goes rolling by
You don't know whether to laugh or cry
For you know someday it will get you too
And the hearse's next load may consist of you
They'll take you out and they'll lower you down
While men with shovels stand all around
They'll throw in dirt and they'll throw in rocks
And they don't give a damn if they break the box
The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
They crawl all over your chin and mouth
They invite their friends and their friends' friends too
And you look like hell when they're through with Y O U
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