The Hearse Song

Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by
'Cause someday you'll be the one to die
They wrap you up in bloody sheets
And drop you six feet underneath

They put you in a fancy box
And cover you up with dirt and rocks
It all goes well for just one week
And then your coffin springs a 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
And so it goes, you decompose

A swarm of ants with an appetite
Chew through your scalp and feast on your spine
Your lungs fill up with rotting yeast
And puss pours out like pizza grease
You spread it on a slice of bread
And that's what you'll eat when your dead

And the worms crawl out, the worms crawl in
The worms that crawl in are lean and thin
The worms that crawl out are fat and stout
Your skull caves in and your brain spills out

Your veins fill up with bugs and puss
Your bones erode and shrub to dust
And for the living all is well
As you sink further into hell

As the flames rise up to drag you down
Into the fire where you will drown
Your boiling soul is striped and splayed
By Satan's harem of decayed
But there's no need to be afraid

And the worms crawl in, the worms chew through
Your claustrophobic pinewood tomb
The wood gives way and dirt pours through
And fills the room once assumed by you

So don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by
'Cause someday you'll be the one inside
And whose to say or to declare
That you are not already in there