The Hearse Song (the Worms Crawl In)
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| THE HEARSE SONG (THE WORMS CRAWL IN) | THE HEARSE SONG |
| The old Grey Hearse goes rolling by, | Did you ever think as the hearse rolls by |
| You don't know whether to laugh or cry; | That some of these days you must surely die? |
| For you know some day it'll get you too, | They'll take you away in a big black hack, |
| And the hearse's next load may consist of you. | They'll take you away but won't bring you back. |
| They'll take you out and they'll lower you down, | The men with shovels stand all around. |
| While men with shovels stand all a-round; | They shovel you into that cold, wet ground. |
| They'll throw in dirt and they'll throw in rocks, | They shovel in dirt and they throw in rocks. |
| And they won't give a damn if they break the box. | They don't give a damn if they break the box. |
| The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out, | And your eyes drop out and your teeth fall in, |
| They crawl all over your chin and mouth, | And the worms crawl over your mouth and chin; |
| They invite their friends and their friends' friends too, | And the worms crawl out and the worms crawl in, |
| And you look like hell when they're through with you. | And your limbs drop off of you, limb by limb. |
