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Did you ever think when the hearse drives by
That someday soon you to will die
They'll wrap you up in a bloody sheet
And toss you down a thousand feet
The worms crawl in the worms crawl out
The ants play pinochle in your snout
The big black bug with big red eyes
Crawls in your innards and out your sides
You squish him up and spread him on bread
And that is what you eat when you are dead
The worms crawl in the worms crawl out
In your stomach and out your mouth

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