Death Ruins Everything

We all get low, you have no close,
Your sack is heavy, your sack is grim.
Here we go, here we go.

We all get low, we have no close,
Second weapon to go, [unintelligible]
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 weapon to go, [unintelligible]
So don't touch my trim, go get your gash.

Everyone dies in their own way
Today may be the first day, of the rest of your decay.
An though you feel, you've only just begun,
I'm sad to say, your death's already underway.
Mine began on Wed ens day.
I'm sad to say, it happens everyday.

We all get low, you have no clothes,
Second weapon to go, [unintelligible]

Everbody wears this 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.

Remember, in a photograph,
an x-ray of a hollow love
that ruins everything.

that ruins everything.

We all get low, we have no clothes,
Second weapon to go, [unintelligible]
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 close.
We all get low, we have no close.

Everyone howls in disbelief
to see their friends and relatives
approach the floral wreaths.

And I'd like to say that day won't come for you,
my friend,
myself,
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 comes to you,
all the things you'd meant to do,
before the bastard got to you.

Your sack is heavy, your sack is grim.
Here we go, here we go.
We all get low.