Death Ruins Everything
We all get low, you have no clothes
Your sack is heavy, your sack is grim
Here we go, here we go
We all get low, we have no clothes
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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
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Stop don't touch my trim, don't get your gash

Everybody dies in their own way
Today may be the first day of
The rest of your decay
And though you feel you've only just begun
I'm sad to say
Your death's already underway
Mine began on Wednesday
I'm very sad to say
It happens every day
We all get low, you have no clothes
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Everybody wears the 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
Remembered in a photograph
An X-ray of a hollow laugh
That ruins everything
That ruins everything

We all get low, you have no clothes
Second record to go, double spittle pip stop
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 clo-
We all get low, we have no clo-
We all get low, we have no clo-

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 record to go
Stop don't touch my trim don't get your gash
Everybody howls in disbelief
To see their friends and relatives
Approach with floral wreaths
And I'd like to say that day won't come for you my friend
My self, 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 got to you
All the things you'd meant to do before the bastard got to you