[get to it] There's a dead hobo on the patio And an old barbed-wire on the funeral fire Well ya roll out the carpet And it better be red And it better be long as the trouble's in my head Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave
I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak Satan came down dressed like a snake Well he called my name As I turned up the flame And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise Well you been livin' one foot in the grave
Yeah don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave Don't go carvin' no happy-face on my tombstone
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