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 sli  my green  And pus vomes out like whipping cream  You slap it on a piece of bread  That's what you eat when you're fucken 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 vomes out like whipping cream  You slap it on a piece of bread  That's what you eat when you're fucken dead