Rusty Cage - The hearse song

Don't e^Dmver laugh as a hea^Bbrse goes by for yo^Gmu may be the next^A7 to die They wr^Dmap you up in blo^Bbody sheets to dr^Gmop you 6 feet u^A7nderneat^Dmh They p^Dmut you in a p^Bbinewood box and co^Gmver you up with di^A7rt and rocks It a^Dmll goes well for ab^Bbout a week, and t^Gmhen your coffin be^A7gins to le^Dmak

And the wor^Dmms crawl in, the wo^Bbrms crawl out The wo^Gmrms play pinochle o^A7n your snout They e^Dmat your eyes, they e^Bbat your nose As ^Gmyou begin to d^A7ecompo^Dmse

A sl^Bbimy beetle with de^Dmmon's eyes Chews ^A7through your stomach an^Dmd out your sides Your st^Bbomach turns to ran^Dmcid grease And pus^A7s pours out like melt^Dmed cheese You spre^Bbad it on a sli^Dmce of bread And that^A7's what you'll eat w^Dmhen you're dead

And the wo^Dmrms crawl out, the wor^Bbms crawl in The on^Gmes that crawl in are le^A7an and thin The on^Dmes that crawl out are fa^Bbt and stout Your ey^Gmes fall in and your ha^A7ir falls ou^Dmt

Your bra^Bbin turns into ma^Dmggot pie Your l^A7iver starts to liq^Dmuify And f^Bbor the living, a^Dmll is well As you s^Gmink further into ^Dmhell

And the f^Dmlames rise up to dr^Bbag you down Into the f^Gmire where yo^A7u will drown Your sk^Dmin melts off as y^Bbou descend And Sat^Gman tears you li^A7ve from ^Dmlimb Your su^Gmffering will n^A7ever ^Dmend

And the w^Dmorms crawl in, the wor^Bbms crawl out They'll e^Gmat your guts and then sh^A7it them out And whe^Dmn your bones be^Bbgin to rot The wo^Gmrms remain, but ^A7you do no^Dmt

For so^Gmmeday, you'll be the o^A7ne to die And wh^Dmen Death brings his c^Bbold despair Ask yo^Gmurself, Will an^A7yone car^Dme?