Have you ever thought as the hearse goes by
One of these days you are gonna die
The moterpool sends out a car
You're gone for a ride but you don't get far
As you watch the death wagon riding by
You don't know wether to laugh or cry
You wish it wern't but you know it's true
The very next load may consist of you
The burial detail lowers you down
The officers they just stand around
They shovel in dirt, they shovel in rocks
They don't give a damn if they break the box
The worms crawl in
The worms crawl out
They creep all over your chin and mouth
They call their friends their freinds friends too
You look like hell when they get through
Your eyes drop out
Your teeth fall in
The worms are over your mouth and chin
Each one take a bite or two
Of what the pentagon says is you
Writer(s): Brand
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