
Date of issue: 31.03.2018
Song language: English
The Hearse Song |
Don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by |
For you may be the next to die |
They wrap you up in bloody sheets |
To drop you 6 feet underneath |
They put you in a pinewood box |
And cover you up with dirt and rocks |
It all goes well for about a week |
And then your coffin begins to leak |
And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out |
The worms play pinochle on your snout |
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose |
As you begin to decompose |
A slimy beetle with demon’s eyes |
Chews through your stomach and out your sides |
Your stomach turns to rancid grease |
And puss pours out like melted cheese |
You spread it on a slice of bread |
And that’s what you’ll eat when you’re dead |
And the worms crawl out, the worms crawl in |
The ones that crawl in are lean and thin |
The ones that crawl out are fat and stout |
Your eyes fall in and your hair falls out |
Your brain turns into maggot pie |
Your liver starts to liquify |
And for the living, all is well |
As you sink further into hell |
And the flames rise up to drag you down |
Into the fire where you will drown |
Your skin melts off as you descend |
And Satan tears you limb from limb |
Your suffering will never end |
And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out |
They’ll eat your guts and then shit them out |
And when your bones begin to rot |
The worms remain, but you do not |
So don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by |
For someday, you’ll be the one to die |
And when Death brings his cold despair |
Ask yourself, «Will anyone care?» |