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'

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