Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time   To live and is full of misery. He cometh up and is   Cut down like a flower. He fleeth as it were a   Shadow and never continueth in one stay. In the   Midst of life, we are in death. We commit his body   To the ground. Earth to earth. Ashes to ashes.   Dust to dust!*      Down to HELL!   Burn to a crisp   Piece of dirt   Piece of SHIT!   Piece of SHIT!   Into the ground   Now you will lay   Piece of dirt   Piece of SHIT!   Piece of SHIT!      Piece of dust   Piece of dirt   On my shirt   HA!      DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!   Kiss your life goodbye!   DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!   ASHES TURN TO DUST!      Into the ground   Can't say no more   Piece of dirt   Piece of SHIT! Piece of SHIT!   Into the ground   Now you will lay   Piece of dirt   Piece of SHIT! Piece of SHIT!      DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!      Kiss your life goodbye!   DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!      ASHES TURN TO DUST!      [From Book of Common Prayer]