| The funeral procession | ||
| Have a smoke | ||
| You're of age | ||
| How's it feel | ||
| Grab a handle | ||
| Where you goin' to college | ||
| What you want to be | ||
| That's good | ||
| Put her in the ground | ||
| Leave her where | ||
| You lay her | ||
| I think I'm sick | ||
| I can't cry | ||
| The dead | ||
| Are gone | ||
| Are no more | ||
| And we all | ||
| Must die | ||
| Put em in the ground | ||
| Start diggin' your own | ||
| We're on our way | ||
| A livin' | ||
| A dyin' | ||