Death Ruins Everything

We all get low, you have no clothes
 Your sack is heavy, your sack is grim
 Here we go, here we go
 We all get low, we have no clothes
 Second record to go, double spittle pip stop
 Don't touch my trim I'll get some gash
 My sack is heavy my sack is grim
 We all get low, we have no clothes
 Second record to go
 Stop don't touch my trim, don't get your gash
 Everybody dies in their own way
 Today may be the first day of
 The rest of your decay
 And though you feel you've only just begun
 I'm sad to say
 Your death's already underway
 Mine began on Wednesday
 I'm very sad to say
 It happens every day
 We all get low, you have no clothes
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 Everybody wears the stupid grin
 Worn by the skeleton underneath your skin
 And he'll grin like that forever, he's already doing it now
 Just getting practice in
 Remembered in a photograph
 An X-ray of a hollow laugh
 That ruins everything
 That ruins everything
 We all get low, you have no clothes
 Second record to go, double spittle pip stop
 Don't touch my trim I'll get some gash
 My sack is heavy my sack is grim
 We all get low, we have no clo
 We all get low, we have no clo
 We all get low, we have no clo
 Don't touch my trim I'll get some gash
 My sack is heavy my sack is grim
 We all get low We have no clothes
 Second record to go
 Stop don't touch my trim don't get your gash
 Everybody howls in disbelief
 To see their friends and relatives
 Approach with floral wreaths
 And I'd like to say that day won't come for you my friend
 My self, my world, my everlasting lover girl
 Of course it will. of course it will
 And when it does I hope that you
 have done the things you've come to do
 All the things you'd meant to do before the bastard got to you
 All the things you'd meant to do before the bastard got to you