Here Comes the Hearse

Here comes the Hashi, and sling it down, about 16. All goes well for about a week, and then the casket begins to leave.

The wounds call in, the wounds call out, the wounds play clean out along your snout. Bugs and eyes are bred, go through your liver and out your head. Your eyes sinking, your teeth fall out The eyes sitting through and your spine makes you wanna scream and shout It's time it turns your moldy green

And a booze comes out like a whipping cream And me without a spoon If you're skimp and slave, a fortune to save You'll lose it all when you go to the grave And for life-boreth things that money could buy The rich would live, and the poor would die.