| Invite a Coroner |
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| No one’s a gas like the living dead |
| Set to mate their own brain and lead |
| Pull you past your breaking point |
| Smile’s sinister, hear their creaking joints |
| Carry on when i’m gone |
| Say you want a little fun |
| A ghastly blast on the kid with the gun |
| This crazy thing, well its no act |
| «oh what a night» reads his epitaph |
| Carry on when i’m gone |
| Set on this path since the day he was born |
| It’s a last ditch laugh so invite a coroner |
