Did you ever think as a hearse goes by
That you will be the next to die?
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet
And the worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
In your stomach and on your snout
And your eyes fall out and your teeth decay
And that is the end of a perfect day
You will be next
That you will be the next to die?
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet
And the worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
In your stomach and on your snout
And your eyes fall out and your teeth decay
And that is the end of a perfect day
You will be next