Destined To Rot

When you see a hearse go by

You know you're about the next to die

They put you in a dirty white sheet

And bury you under six feet deep

Everything goes well about a week

Until your coffin starts to leak

Your teeth fall in your eyes fall out

Ants play pinochle on your goul (sp?)

Everything goes well so it may seem

Until your eyes turn slimy green

And pus comes out like whipping cream

You slap it on a piece of bread

That's what you eat when you're ******' dead

Destined to rot

Destined to rot

Destined to rot

When you see a hearse go by

You know you're about the next to die

They put you in a dirty white sheet

And bury you under six feet deep

Everything goes well about a week

Until your coffin starts to leak

Your teeth fall in your eyes fall out

Ants play pinochle on your goul

Everything goes well so it may seem

Until your eyes turn slimy green

And pus comes out like whipping cream

You slap it on a piece of bread

That's what you eat when you're ******' dead