For you may be the next to die,
They put you in a big black box,
Then cover you up with dirt and rocks,
All goes well for about a week,
Then your coffin begins to leak,
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play Pinochle on your snout,
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes,
Your eyes fall out, and your teeth decay,
A rotten end to a lovely day.
Watch out for that giant church, Gramma...
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